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VOL. I. 

1 lOE 

2 Failo 

S The Lady of Lyons 

4 Richelieu 

5 The Wife 

6 The Honeymoon 

T The School for Scandal 

8 Mo»ey 

VOL. II. 

9 Th» Stranger 

10 Grandfather Whitehead 

11 Kichard III 

13 Love's Sacrifice 
/ !SThe Gamester 
1* A Cure for the Heartache 

15 The Hunchback 

16 Don Ciesnr de Bazan 

VOL.111. 

17 The Poor Gentleman 

18 Hamlet 

19 Charles II 

20 Venice Preserved 

21 _ y izarro 

23 The Love Chase 

23 Othello 

24 Lend me Five Shillings 

VOL. IV. 
26 Virginius 

26 King of the Commons 

27 London Assurance 

28 The Kent Day 

39 Two Gentlemen ofVerona 
SO The Jealous Wife 
31 The Rivals 
82 Perfection 

VOL. V. [Debt 
S3 X New Way to Pay Old 

34 Look Before You Leap 

35 King John 

36 Nervous Man 

37 Damon and Pythias 

38 Clandestine Marriage 

39 William Tell 

40 Day after the Weddiug 

VOL. VI. 

41 Speed the Plough 

42 Romeo and Juliet 

43 Feudal Times 

44 Charles the Twelfth 

45 The Bridal 

46 The Follies of a Night ■ 
47IronChest [Fair Lady 

48 Faint Heart Never Won 

VOL. VII. 

49 Road to Ruin 

50 Macbeth 

61 Temper 

62 Evadne 

63 Bertram 

64 The Duenna 

65 Much Ado About Nothing 

66 The Critio 

VOL. VIII. 

67 The Apostate 

68 Twelfth Night 

69 Brutus 

60 Simpson & Co 

61 Merchant of Venice 

62 Old Heads& Young Husrta 

63 Mountaineers [rioge 

64 Three Weeks after Mar- 

VOL. IX. 

65 Love 

66 As Yon Like It 

67 The Elder Brother 

68 Werner 

69 Gisippua 

70 Town and Country 

71 King Lear 

72 Blue Devils 

VOL. X. 

73 Henry VIII 

74 Married and Single 
75HenrT IV 

76 Paul Pry 

77 Guy Maunering 

78 Sweethearts and Wive* 

79 Serious Family 

80 She Stocps to Conquer 



VOL. XI. 

81 Julius Caesar 

82 Vicar of Wakefield 

83 Leap Year 

84 The Catspaw 

85 The Passing Clour* 

86 Drunkard 

87 Rob Roy 

88 George Barnwell 

VOL. XII. 

89 Ingomar 

90 Sketches In India 

91 Two Friend* 

92 Jane Shore 

93 Corsican Brothers 

94 Mind your own Business 

95 Writing on the Wall 

96 Heir at Law 

VOL. XIII. 

97 Soldier's Daughter 
1)8 Douglas 
99 Marco Spada 

100 Nature's Nobleman 

101 Sardanapalua 

102 Civilization 

103 The Robbers 

104 Katharine and Petrnchio 

VOL. XIV. 

105 Game of Love 

106 Midsummer Night's 

107 Ernestine [Dream 

108 R;ig Picker of Paris 

109 Flying Dutchman 

110 Hypocrite 

111 Therese 

112 La Tour de Nesle 

VOL. XV. 

113 Ireland As It I» 

114 Sea of Ice 

115 Seven Clerks 

116 Game of Life 

117 Forty Thieves 

118 Bryan Boroihme 

119 Romance and Reality 

120 Ugolino 

VOL. XVI. 

121 The Tempest 

122 The Pilot 

123 Carpenter of Rouen 

124 King's Rival 

125 Little Treasure 

126 Dombey and Son 

127 Parents and Guardians 

128 Jewess 

VOL. XVII 

129 C amille 

130 Married Life 

131 Wenlock of Wenlock 

132 Rose of Et'rickvale 

133 David Co Srfield 

134 Aline, or is Rose of 

135 Pauline [Killarney 

136 Jane Eyre 
VOL. XVIII. 

137 Night and Morning 

138 iEthiop 

139 Three Guardsmen 

140 Tom Cringle 

141 Henriette, the Forsaken 

142 Eustache Baudin 

143 Ernest Maltravers 

144 Bold Dragoons 
" XIX. 

145 Dre 1, oi the Dismal 
[ Swamp 

146 Last Days of Pompeii 

147 Esmeralda 

148 Peter Wilkins 

149 Ben tb? Boatswain 

150 Jonathan Bradford 

151 Retribution 

152 Mineral) 
VOL. XX, 

153 French Spy 

154 Wept of Wish-ton Wish 

155 Evil Genius 

156 Ben Bolt 

157 Sailor of Franoe 

158 Red Mask 

159 Life of an Actress 
100 Wedding Day 



VOL. XXI. 

161 All s Fair in Love 

162 Hofer 

164 Cinderella 
1G5 Phantom 

166 Franklin 

167 The Gunmaker of 

168 The Love of a Prinoe 
VOL. XXII. 

169 Son of the Night 

170 Rory O'More 
■171 Golden Eagle 

172 Rienzi 

173 Broken Sword 

174 Rip Van Winkle 

175 Isabelle 

176 Heart of Mid Lothian 
VOL. XXIII. 

177 Actress of Padua 

178 Floating Beacon 

179 Bride of Lamermoor 

180 Cataract of the Ganges 

181 Robber of the Rhine 

182 School of Reform 
133 Wandering Boys 

184 Mazeppa 
VOL. XXIV. 

185 Young New York 

186 The Victim* 

187 Romance after Marriage 

188 Brigand 

189 Poor of New York 

190 Ambrose Gwlnett 

191 Raymond and Agnes 

192 Gambler's Fate 
VOL. XXV. 

193 Father and Son 

194 Massaniello 

195 Sixteen String Jack 

196 Youthful Queen 

197 Skeleton Witness 

198 Innkeeper of Abbeville 

199 Miller and his Men 

200 Aladdin 
VOL. XXVI. 

201 Adrienne the Actress 

202 Undine 

203 Jessie Brown 

204 Asmodeus 

205 Mormons 

206 Blanche of Brandywlne 

207 Viola 
Deseret Deserted 

VOL. XXVII. 
Americans in Paris 

210 Victorine 

211 Wizard of the Wave 

212 Castle Spectre 

213 Horseshoe Robinson 

214 Annand, Mrs Mowatt 

215 Fashion, Mrs Mowatt 

216 Glance at New York 
VOL. XXVIII. 

217 Inconstant 

218 Uncle Tom's Cabin 

219 Guide to the Stage 

220 Veteran 

221 Miller of New Jersey 

222 Dark Hour before Dawn 

223 Midsum'r Night's D 
[Laura Keene's Edition 

224 Art and Artifice 
VOL. XXIX 

225 Poor Young Man 

226 Ossawattomle Brown 

227 Pope of Rome 

228 Oliver Twist 

229 Pauvrette 
Man in the Iron Mask 

231 KnigUtof Arva 
'-'32 Moll Pitcher 

VOL. XXX. 

:33 Black Eyed Susan 
J34 Satan in Paris 

35 Rosina Meadows [ess 

236 West End, or Irish Reir- 

237 Six Degrees of Crime 
" The L*<iy and the Devil 

239 Avenger, or Moor of bid 

240 Masks ami I'nces | ly 



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YLL. XXXI 

241 Merrv Wives of Windsor 

242 Mary's Birthday 

243 Shandy Maguire 

244 Wild ("lots 

245 Michael Erie 
[Moscow 246 Idiot Witness 

247 Willow Copse 

248 People's Lawyer 
VOL. XXXI 1. 

249 The Boy Martyrs 

250 Lucretia Borgia 

251 Surgeon of Paris 

252 Patrician's Daughter 

253 Shoemaker of Toulouae 

254 Momentous Question 

255 Love and Loyalty 

256 Robber's Wife 
VOL. XXXIII. 

257 Dumb Girl of Genoa 

258 Wreck Ashore 

259 Clari 

260 Rural Felicitv 

261 Wallace 

262 Madelaine 

263 The Fireman 

264 Grist to the Mill 
VOL. XXXIV. 

265 Two Loves and a Life 

266 Annie Blake 

267 Steward 

268 Cap'aiu Kyd 

269 Nick of the Woods 

270 Marble Heart 

271 Second Love 

272 Dream at Sea 
VOL. XXXV. 

273 Breach of Promise 

274 Review 

275 Lady of the Lake 

276 Still Water Runs Doep 

277 The Scholar 

278 Helping Hands 

279 Faust and Marguerite 

280 Last Man 
VOL. XXXVI. 

281 Belle's Stratagem 

282 Old and Young 

283 Raffaella 
:84 Ruth Oakley 

285 British Slave 
A Life's Ransom 

287 Giralda 

Time Tries All 

VOL. XXXVII. * 

289 Ella Rosenburg 

290 Warlock ef the Glen 

291 Zelina 

292 Beatrice 

293 Neighbor Jackwood 

294 Wonder 

295 Robert Emmet 

296 Green Bushes 
VOL. xxxvin. 

297 Flowers of the Forest 

298 A Bachelor of Arts 

299 The Midnight Banquet 

300 Husband of an Hour 

301 Love's Labor Lost 

302 Naiad Queen 

303 Caprice 

304 Cradle of Liberty 
VOL. XXXIX. 

305 The Lost Ship 

306 Country Squire 

307 Fraud and its Victims 
108 Putnam 
;09 King and Deserter 

310 La Fiammina \ 

1 A Hard Suuggle } 

312 Gwinuette Vaughan 
VOL. XL. 

313 The Love Knot [Jui* 

314 Lavater, or Not a B 

315 The Noble Heart 
3l6Corlolanus 

317 The Winter's Tale 

318 Eveleei Wilson 
219 Ivanhoe 
320 Jonatt in In Engla nd 



MASKS AND FACES, 

OB 

BEFORE AND BEHIND THE CURTAIN 

IN TWO ACTS. 

BY TOM TAYLOR, AND CHARLES READE, 

Author of the King's Rival, &c, &e. 
WITH EDITORIAL REMARKS, ORIGINAL CASTS, COST CM M, 

SCENE AND PROPERTY PLOTS, 

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REMARKS. 

This favorite comedy was first brought before the public at the 
Haymarket Theatre, London, under the title of Peg WoiEngton, and 
had a most successful run. Mrs. Stirling was all that could be wish 
ed as Pen; and the excellent part of James Triplet in the hands of 
Mr. Webster, was a most finished piece of acting. When Mr. Web- 
ster retired from the management of that theatre he produced it at 
the Adelphi, under the title of Masks and Faces, — where Madam 
Celeste sustained the part of Peg Woffiugtou. It was first perform- 
ed in th.n country at Burton's Theatre, New York, and met with 
decided npprobation: Miss Charlotte Mitchell from the Lyceum 
Theatre, London, made her debut as Peg — and made a hit, and 
has since oiayed the same character with considerable success at 
Albany, Buffalo, Cleveland, &c. The piece was well played through- 
out, embracing the strength of Burton's Star Company. Masks 
and Faces has since been produced by Miss Davenport, Miss Weston, 
and others in the various cities of the Union, and has invariably 
proved successful. Last season, it was revived at the Howard 
Athenaeum, Miss Louisa Howard playing the mischievous, but kind- 
hearted Pe£ to perfection; and Mr. Henry Farren's James Triplet 
■was a trut' ful delineation of character. (This gentleman possesses 
the requisites of a good actor, and only requires to be more often seen 
to be highly appreciated by the American public.) We predict for 
Masks and Faces a brilliant success, wherever it may be presented. 



SCENER Y. 



Scene 1 — Green Room of the theatre, S G. 

Scene 2 — An elegant apartment, 4 and 7 o. French windows in 
flat R. and L. Lattice C. doors open, backed with garden 
flats. Garden cloth down from 4th to 7th o. painted 
with walks and flower beds. Set statues, flower pieces, 
and small trees. Set door, 2 E. R. h. Set door, 3k.l 
h. Quick drop. 



Scene 1 — Rude garret, 3 o. Window in flat c. practical, backed 
by horizon and tops of houses. Set door 2 e. r. h. 
Set door 2 e. l. h. 



PROPERTIES 



Scene 1 — Green cloth down. Plain tablo and 2 chairs on B. o. 
Call wafered on looking glass in flat c. Call-book for 
Call-Boy. Walking cane and jewelled snuff-box for Sir 
Charles — Written letter and part for Peg. Portrait of 
Peg. (face to be cut out in act 2.) covered with green 
baize, and no frame. Several manuscripts tied up in 
brown paper, ready l. 1 e. for Call-Boy. 

Scene 2 — Handsome round table c. covered. On it two fruit dishe3 
with oranges, apples, two decanters of sherry and port 
wine, eight wine glasses, ei^ht small plates, eight des- 
sert knives, plate of toast, plate of biscuits, napkins. 
Side-table on l. with set of silver plate. Handsome 
sofa on B. H. Salver with rich coffee cups, and coffee, 
and spoons for servant. Salver with rich tea cups and 
tea spoons for servant. Salver with sealed letters for 
Burdock. Diamond snuff-box and snuff and eye glasses 
with ribbons for Cibber. Portfolio, two volumes, roll of 
MSS. and a card for Triplet. Eight high backed chairs 
on. about stage r. and l. 



Scene 1 — Green c'oth taken up. Old arm chair on b. h. Easel 
with Peg Woffington's portrait on it. (Up L- C. 3 g.) 
concealed by a green baize. Table on r. h. against 
flat, with Pallet Maulstick, colors, pencils and pallet 
knife, knives, forks, table cloth, wine glasses, violin 
hung on wall. Cradle l. c 2 o. Small table in c 1 
a. Pen, ink and paper, roll of MSS. Two rude chairs 
on, money for Peg, burnt cork for Pompey, written 
le ft er for maid. Handle (small) basket, with bottle of 
wine for Pompey. Apple pie ready 2. e. l. h. for Pom- 
pey. Cane, hood, and cardinal, and mask for Mabel. 



U^For Costume, gee page 59. 



MASKS AND FACfES. 



ACT I. 

Scene I. 2. g. — The Green Room of the Theatre Royal, Covent 
Garden. A Fire-place a, with a Looking-glass over it, on which a 
call is wafered. Curtain rises on Mr. Quin and Mrs. Clive seated 
each side oj Fire-place. 

Clive. "Who dines with Mr. Vane to-day besides ourselves ? 

Quin. His inamorata, Mrs. Woffington, of this theatre. 

Clive. Of course. But who else? 

Quin. Sir Charles Pomander. The critics, Snarl and Soaper, 
are invited, I believe. 

Clive. Then I shall eat no dinner. 

Quin. Pooh ! There is to be a haunch that will counterpoise 
in one hour a century of censure. Let them talk ! the mouth will 
revenge the ears of Falstaff; — besides, Snarl is the only ill-na- 
tured one — Soaper praises people, don't he'? 

Clive. Don't be silly, Quin ! Soaper's praise is only a pin for 
his brother executioner to hang abuse on : by this means Snarl, 
who could not invent even ill-nature, is never at a loss. Snarl is 
his own weight in wormwood ; but Soaper is — hush ! — hold 
your tongue. 

Enter Snabl and Soapek l. 1 e. Qcin and Clive rise. 

(Clive, with engaging sweetness.) Ah! Mr. Snarl! Mr. Soaper! 
we were talking of you. 



8 MASKS AND FACES 

Snarl. I am sorry for that, madam. 

Quin. We hear you dine with us at Mr. Vane's. 

Soap. We have been invited, and arc here to accept I was 
told Mr. Vane was here. 

Quin. No ; but he is on the stage. 

Snarl. Come, then, Soaper. [They move towards l. 1 E.) 

Soap. (Aside.) Snarl ! 

Snarl. Yes. (With a look of secret intelligence.) 

Soap. (Crosses slowly to Clive.) My dear Mrs. Clive, there 
was I going away without telling you how charmed I was with 
your Flippanta; all that sweetness and womanly grace, with 
which you invested that character, was — 

Snarl. Misplaced. Flippanta is a vixen, or she is nothing at 
all. 

Soap. Your Sir John Brute, sir, was a fine performance : you 
never forgot the gentleman even in your cups. 

Snarl. Which, as Sir John Brute is the exact opposite of a 
gentleman, he ought to have forgotten. (Exit l.) 

Soap. But you must excuse me now; I will resume your 
praise at dinner-time. (Exit, with bows, l.) 

Clive. (Walks in a rage.) We arc the most unfortunate of all 
artists. Nobody regards our feelings. (Q>un skakes his head.) 

Enter Call-Boy, l. 

Call Bog. Mr. Quin and Mrs. Clive ! (Exit Call-Boy, l.) 
Quin. I shall cut my part in this play. 

Clive. (Yawns.) Cut it as deep as you like, there will bs 
enough left ; and so I shall tell the author if he is there. 

(Exeunt Quin and Clive, l.) 

Enter Mr. Vane and Sir Charles Pomander, t. 

Pom. All this eloquence might be compressed into one word— « 
you love Mrs. Margaret Wofnngton. 

Vane. I glory in it. 

Pom. Why not, if it amuses you ? We all love an actress 
once in our lives, and none of us twice. 



MASKS AND FACES. 9 

Vane. You arc the slave of a word, Sir Charles Pomander. 
Would you confound black and white because both are colours* 
Actress ! Can you not see that she is a being- like her fellows in 
nothing but a name 1 Her voice is truth, told by music : theirs 
are jingling instruments of falsehood 

Pom. No — they are all instruments; but hers is more skil- 
fully tuned and played upon. 

Vane. She is a fountain of true feeling. 

Pom. No — a pipe that conveys it, without spilling or retain- 
ing a drop. 

Vane. She has a heart alive to every emotion. 

Pom. And influenced by none. 

Vane. She is a divinity to worship. 

Pom. And a woman to fight shy of. No — no — we all know 
Peg Woffington ; she is a decent actress on the boards, and a 
crcat actress off them. But I will tell you how to add a novel 
cnarm to her. Make her blush — ask her for the list of your pre- 
decessors. 

Vane. (With a mortified air.) Sir Charles Pomander! But 
you yourself profess to admire her. 

Pom. And so I do, hugely. Notwithstanding the charms of 
the mysterious Hebe I told you of, whose antediluvian coa^u I 
extricated from the Slough of Despond, near Barnet, on my way 
to town yesterday, I gave La Woffington a proof of my devotion 
only two hours ago. 
Vane. How ? 

Pom. By offering her three hundred a year — house — coach — 
pin-money — my heart — and the et ceteras. 

Vane. You ? But 6he has refused. 

Pom. My dear Arcadian, I am here to receive her answer. 
{Vaxe crosses to l. h.) You had better wait for it before making 
your avowal. 

Vane. That avowal is made already ; but I will wait, if but to 
6ee what a lesson the calumniated actress can read to the fine 
gentleman. Exit l. h. 

Pom. The lesson will be set by me — Woffington will learn it 
immediately. It is so simple, only three words, £'s. s. d. 

Exit V. H 



MARKS AND FACES. 

Trip. (Speaking outside.) Mr. Rich not in the tneatre ? Wei!, 
my engagements will allow of my waiting for a few minutes. ( Enter 
Triplet and Caul-Boy l. Triplet has a picture wrapped in 
baize and without a frame.) And if you will just let me know 
when Mr. Rich arrives. ( Winks — touches his pocket.) Heaven for- 
give me for raising groundless expectations ! 

Call-Boy. What name, sir ? 

Trip. Mr. Triplet. 

Call-Boy. Triplet ! there is something left for you in the hall, 
sir. Exit Call-Boy t. 

Trip. I knew it. I sent him three tragedies. They are ac- 
cepted ; and he has left me a note in the hall, to fix the reading — 
at last. I felt it must come, soon or late ; and it has come — late. 
Master of three arts, painting, writing, and acting, by each of 
which men grow fat, how was it possible I should go on per- 
petually starving. But that is all over now. My tragedies will 
be acted, the town will have an intellectual treat, and my wife and 
children will stab my heart no more with their hungry looks. 

Enter Call-Boy with parcel l. 

Call-Boy. Here is the parcel for you, sir. 

Exit Call-Boy l. 

Trip. ( Weighs it in his hand. ) Why, how is this 1 Oh, I see ; 
he returns them for some trifling alterations. Well, if they are 
judicious, I shall certainly adopt them, for (opening the parcel) 
managers are practical men. My tragedies ! — Eh ? here are but 
two! one is accepted! — no! they are all here (sighs.) Well, 
(spitefully) it is a thousand pounds out of Mr. Rich's pocket ! 
poor man ! I pity him ; and my hungry mouths at home ! Heav- 
en knows where I am to find bread for them to-morrow ! Every- 
thing that will raise a shilling I have sold or pawned. Even my 
poor picture here, the portrait of Mrs. Woffington from memory— 
I tried to sell that this morning at every dealer's in Long Acre -» 
and not one would make me an offer. 

Enter Woffington l. reciting from a part. 



MASKS AXD FACES. II 

Woff. " Now by the joys 

Which m} r soul still has uncontroll'd pursued, 
I would not turn aside from my least pleasure, 
Though all thy force were armed to bar my way." 

Trip. (Aside, r.) Mrs. Woffington, the great original of my 
picture ! 

Woff. (l.) "But like the birds, great nature's happy com- 
moners, 
Rifle the sweets" — I beg your pardon, sir ! 

Trip. Nay, madam, pray continue ; happy the hearer and still 
happier the author of verses so spoken. 

Woff. Yes, if you could persuade the authors how much thef 
owe us, and how hard it is to find good music for indifferent words. 
Are you an author, sir 1 

Trip. In a small way, madam ; I have here three tragedies. 

Woff. (Looking down at them with comical horror.) Fifteen acts, 
mercy on us ! 

Trip. Which if I could submit to Mrs. WofEngton's judg- 
ment — 

Woff. (Recoiling.) ' I am no judge of such things, sir. 

Trip. No more is the manager of this theatre. 

Woff. What ! has he accepted them ? 

Trip. No ! madam ! he has had them six months and returned 
them without a word. 

Woff. Patience my good sir, patience ! authors of tragedies 
should learn that virtue of their audiences. Do you know I called 
on Mr. Rich fifteen times before I could see him 1 

Trip. You, madam, impossible ! 

Woff. Oh, it was some years ago — and he has had to pay 
a hundred pounds for each of those little visits — let me see, 
— fifteen times — you must write twelve more tragedies — sixty 
acts — and then he will read one, and give you his judgment at 
last, and when you have got it — it won't be worth a farthing. 
(Turns up reading her part.) 

Trip. (Aside.) One word from this laughing lady, and all my 
plays would be read — but I dare not ask her — she is up in the 
world, I am down. She is great — I am nobody — besides they 



12 SIA'SKS XSD FACES. 

eay she is all brains and no heart. ( Crosses to l. Moves sorroiqf'uHij 
towards l. a., taking his picture.) 

Woff. He looks like a fifth act of a domestic tragedy. Stop, 
sorely I know that doleful face — Sir I 
Trip. Madam ! 

Woff. ( Beckons. ) We have met before ; — don't speak ; yonrs is 
a face that has been kind to me, and I never forget those faces. 

Trip. Me, madam ! I know better what is due to you than to 
be kind to you. 

Woff. To be sure ! it is Mr. Triplet, good Mr. Triplet of Good- 
man's Fields theatre. 

Trip. It is, madam; (opening his eyes with astonishment) but 
we don't call him Mr. nor even good. 

Woff. Yes; it is Mr. Triplet. (Shakes both his hands warmly; 
he timidly drops a tragedy or two.) Don't you remember a little 
orange girl at Goodman's Fields you used sometimes to pat on the 
head and give sixpence to, some seven years ago, Mr. Triplet 1 

Trip. Ha ! ha ! I do remember one, with such a merry faugh 
and bright eye; and the broadest brogue of the wliole sisterhood. 

Woff. Get along with your blarney then, Mr. Triplet, an' is it 
the comether ye'd be puttin' on poor little Peggy ? 
Trip. Oh ! oh ! gracious goodness, oh ! 

Woff. Yes ; that friendless orange girl was Margaret Woffing- 
ton! W?'l, old friend, you see time has treated me well. I hope 
he has bof n as kind to you ; tell me Mr. Triplet. 

Trip. (Aside.) I must put the best face on it with her. Yes, 
madam, he has blessed me with an excellent wife and three charm- 
ing chil 'rcn. Mrs. Triplet was Mrs. Chatterton, of Goodman's 
Fields —-great in the juvenile parts — you remember her? 

Woff. ( Very drily.) Yes, I remember her ; where is she acting ? 
Trip. Why, the cares of our family — and then her health. 
(Siahs.) She has not acted these eight months. 
Woff. Ah ! — and are you still painting scenes ? 
Trip. With the pen, madam, not the brush ! As the wag said, I 
have transferred the distemper from my canvas to my imagination, 
ha! ha! 

Woff. (Aside.) This man is acting gaiety. And have youi 
pdeces been 6ttecessful ' 



MASKS AND FACES. 18 

Ti ip Eminently so — in the closet ; the managers have as yet 
excluded them from the stage. 

Woff. Ah ! now if those things were comedies, I would offer 
to act in one of them, and then the stage door would fly open at 
sight of the author. 

Trip. I'll go home and write a comedy. (Moves.) 

Woff. On second thoughts, perhaps you had better leave the 
tragedies with me. 

Trip. My dear madam ! — and you will read them 1 

Woff. Ahem ! I will make poor Rich read them. 

Trip. But he has rejected them. 

Woff. That is the first step — reading comes after, when it 
comes at all. 

Trip. {Aside.) I must fly home and tell my wife. 

Woff. (Aside.) In the mean time I can put rive guineas into hia 
pocket. Mr. Triplet, do you write congratulatory verses — odes 
— and that sort ot thing 1 

Trip. Anything, madam, from an acrostic to an epic. 

Woff. Good, then I have a commission for you ; I dine to-day 
at Mr. Vane's, in Bloomsbury Square. We shall want some 
verses. Will you oblige us with a copy 'J 

Trip. (Aside.) A guinea in my way, at least. Oh, madam, do 
but give me a subject. 
• Woff. Let's see — myself, if you can write on such a theme. 

Trip. 'Tis the one I would have chosen out of all the heathen 
mythology ; the praises of Venus and the Graces. I will set 
about it at once. (Takes up portrait.) 

Woff. (Sees picture.) But what have you there ? not another 
tragedy ? 

Trip. (Blushing.) A poor thing, madam, a portrait — my own 
painting from memory. 

Woff. Oh ! oh ! I'm a judge of painted faces ; let me see it. 

Trip. Nay, madam ! 

Woff. I insist ! (She takes off the baize.) My own portrait, as 
1 live ! and a good likeness too, or my glass flatters me like the 
rest of them. And this you painted from memory ? 

Tip. Yes, madam ; I have a free admission to every part of 
the theatre before the curtaia I have so enjoyed your acting, that 
2 



14 MASKS AN3 FACES 

I have carried your face home with me every night, forgive my 
presumption, and tried to fix in the studio the impression of tho 
stage. 

Woff. Do you know your portrait has merit ? I will give you 
a sitting for the last touches. 

Trip. Oh, madam ! 

Woff. And bring all the critics — there, no thanks or I'll stay 
away. Stay, I must havo your address. 

Trip. {Returning to her.) On the fly leaf of each work, madam, 
you will find the address of James Triplet, painter, actor, and 
dramatic author, and Mrs. Woffington's humble and devoted 
servant. {Bows ridiculously low, moves away, but returns with an 
attempt at a jaunty manner.) Madam, you have inspired a son 
of Thespis with dreams of eloquence ; you have tuned to a higher 
key a poet's lyre ; you have tinged a painter's existence with 
brighter colors ; and — and — {gazes on her and tries in vain to 
apeak) God in heaven bless you, Mrs. Woflington ! 

{Exit L. hastily.) 

Woff. So ! I must look into this ! 

Enter Sir Charles Pomauder l. 

Pom. Ah, Mrs. Woflington, I have just parted with an adorer 
of yours. 

Woff. I wish I could part with them all. 

Pom. Nay, this is a most original admirer, Ernest Vane, that 
pastoral youth who means to win La Woffington by agricultural 
courtship, who wants to take the star from its firmament, and stick 
it in a cottage. 

Woff. And what does the man think I am to do without this 
{unitates applause) from my dear public's thousand hands. 

Pom. You are to have that from a single mouth instead. (Mimijs 
a kiss.) 

Woff. Go on, tell me what more he says. 

Pom. Why, he — 

Woff. No, you are not to invent ; I should detect your work 
in a minute, and you would only spoil this man. 

Pom. He proposes to be your friend, rather than your lover; 
tt) fight for your reputation instead of adding to your eclat. 



MASKS AND FACES. 15 

Woff. Oh ! and is Mr. Vane your friend ? 

Pom. He is ! 

Woff. ( With significance.) Why don't you tell him. my real 
character, and send hira into the country again ! 

Pom. I do ; but he snaps his fingers at me and common sens« 
and the world : — there is no getting rid of him, except in one way. 
I had this morning the honor, madam, of laying certain proposi- 
tions at your feet. 

Woff. Oh, yes, your letter, Sir Charles. ( Takes it out of her pocket,) 
I ran my eye down it as I came along, let me see — (letter) — "a 
coach," "a country house," " pin-money." Heigh ho ! And I 
am so tired of houses, and coaches, and pins. Oh, yes, here is 
something. What is this you offer me, up in this corner 1 ( They 
inspect the letter together.) 

Pom. That, — my "heart!" 

Woff. And you can't even write it ; it looks just like " earth." 
There is your letter, Sir Charles. ( Curtseys and returns it ; he lakes 
it and bows. ) 

Pom. Favor me with your answer. 

Woff. You have it. 

Pom. (Laughing.) Tell me, do you really refuse ? 

Woff. (Inspecting him.) Acting surprise ? no, genuine ! My 
good soul, are you so ignorant of the stage and the world, as not 
to know that I refuse such offers as yours every week of my life ? 
I have refused so many of them, that I assure you I have beguu to 
forget they are insults. 

Pom. Insults, madam ! They aro the highest compliment yon 
have left it in our power to pay you. 

Woff. Indeed ! Oh, I take your meaning. To be your mis- 
tress could be but a temporary disgrace ; to be your wife might be 
a lasting discredit. Now, sir, having played your rival's game — 

Pom. Ah ! 

Woff. And exposed your own hand, do something to recover 
the reputation of a man of the world. Leave the field before Mr. 
Vane can enjoy your discomfiture, for here he comes. 

Pom. I leave you, madam, but remember, my discomfiture it 
neither your triumph nor your swain's. (Exit L.) 

Woff I do enjoy putting down these irresistibles. 



16 masks astd paces. 

Enter Vans £. 

A.1 last ! I have been here so long. 

Vane. Alone 1 

Woff. In company and solitude. "What has annoyed yon ? 

Vane. Nothing. 

Woff. Never try to conceal anything from me, I know the map 
of your face. These fourteen days you have been subject to some 
adverse influence ; and to-day I have discovered whose it is. 

Vane. No influence can ever shake yours. 

y Voff. Dear friend, for your own sake, not mine ; trust your 

p heart, eyes, and judgment. 

/Vane. I do. I love you ; your face is the shrine of sincerity, 

Aith, and candor. I alone know you : your flatterers do not — 

A'our detractors — oh ! curse them ! 

I Woff. You see what men are ! Have I done ill to hide the 

riches of my heart from the heartless, and keep them all for one 

honest man, who will be my friend, I hope, as well as my lover "? 

Vane. Ah, that is my ambition. 

Woff. We actresses make good the old proverb, " Many lovers, 
but few friends." And oh ! it is we who need a friend. Will you 
be mine ? 

Vane, I will. Then tell me the way for me, unequal in wit 
and address to many of your admirers, to win your esteem. 

Woff. I will tell you a sure way ; never act in my presence, 
never try to be very clever or eloquent. Remember ! I am the 
goddess of tricks : I can only love my superior. Be honest and 
frank as the day, and you will be my superior ; and I shall love 
you, and bless the hour you shone on my artificial life. 

Vane. Oh ! thanks, thanks, for this, I trust, is in my power ! 

Woff. Mind — it is no easy task : to be my friend is to respect 
me, that I may respect myself the more ; to be my friend is to 
come between me and the temptations of an unprotected life — 
the recklessness of a vacant heart. 

Vane. I will place all that is good about me at yonr feet. I will 
sympathise with you when you are sad ; I will rejoice when you 
are gay. 

Woff. Will you scold me when I do wroflg ? 



MASKS AND FACES. IT 

Vane. Scold you ? 

Woff. Nobody scolds me now — a sure sign nobody loves mo. 
Will you scold me? 

Vane. (Tenderly.) I -will try! and I will be loyal and frank. 
You will not hate me for a confession I make myself? (Agitated.) 

Woff. I shall like you better — oh ! so much better. 

Vane. Then I will own to you — 

Woff. Oh ! do not toll me you have loved others before me ; 
I could not bear to hear it. 

Vane. No — no — I never loved till now. 

Woff. Let me hear that only. I am jealous even of the past. 
Say you never loved but me — never mind whether it is true — 
say so ; — but it is true, for you do not yet know love. Ernest, 
shall I make you love me, as none of your sex ever loved 1 with 
heart, and brain, and breath, and life, and soul 1 

Vane. Teach me so to love, and I am yours for ever. (Pause.) 
And now you will keep your promise, to make me happy with 
your presence this morning at the little festival I had arranged 
with Cibbcr and some of our friends of the theatre. 

Woff. I shall have so much pleasure ; but apropos, you muA 
include Snarl and Soaper in your list. 

Vane. What ! the redoubtable Aristarchuses of the pit 1 
.Woff. Yes. Oh, you don't know the consequences of loving: 
an actress. You will have to espouse my quarrels, manage my 
managers, and invite my critics to dinner. 
• Vane. They shall be invited, never fear. 

Woff. And I've a trust for you ; poor Triplet's three tragedies.- 
If they are as heavy in the hearing as the carrying — but here 
comes your rival, poor Pomander. ( Crosses to t.) 

Enter Sik Charles l. 

You will join our party at Mr. Vane's, Sir Charles ? You prom- 
ised, you know. (Crosses to l.j 

Pom. (Coldly.) Desole to forfeit such felicity; but I hav« 
business. 

Vane. (As he passes, crosses to c.) By-the-bye, Pomander, that 
answer to your letter to Mrs. Woffington 1 
9* 



18 MASKS AND FACES. 

Woff. He has received it. N'est cepas, Sir Charles ? You see 
how radiant it has made him ! Ha ! ha ! 

(Exeunt Woffington and Vane l. h.^ 

Pom. Laughing devil ! If you had wit to read beneath men'i 
6urface, you would know it is no jest to make an enemy of Sii 
Charles Pomander. 

Enter Hundsdon k. 

Hunds. Servant, Sir Charles. 

Pom. Ah, my yeoman pricker, with news of the mysterious 
Hebe of my Barnet rencontre. Well, sirrah, you stayed by the 
coach as I bade you 1 

Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles. 

Pom. And pumped the servants ? 

Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles, till they swore they'd pump on me. 

Pom. My good fellow, contrive to answer my questions with- 
out punning, will you 1 

Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles. 

Pom. What did you learn from them ? Who is the lady, their 
mistress ? 

Hunds. She is on her way to town to join her husband. They 
have only been married a twelve-month ; and he has been absent 
from her half the time. 

Pom. Good. Her name ? 

Hunds. Vane. 

Pom. Vane ! 

Hunds. Wife of Mr. Ernest Vane, a gentleman of good estate, 
Willoughby Manor, Huntingdonshire. 

Pom. What ! — What ! — His wife, by heaven ! Oh ! here is 
rare revenge. Eide back, sirrah, and follow the coach to its des- 
tination. 

Hunds. They took master for a highwayman If they knew 
liim as well as I do, they wouldn't do the road such an injustice. 

(Exit e.) 

Fan. ( With energy.) I'll after them ; and if I can but manage 
that Vane shUl remain ignorant of her arrival, I may confront 
Qcbe with Thalia : introduce the wife to the mistress under the 



MASKS AND FACES. I* 

hasband's roof. Aha ! my Arcadian pair, there may bo a guest 
at your banquet you little expect, besides Sir Charles Pomander ! 

(Exit l.) 



SCENE II. 4 and 6 G. — A sj)oxious and elegant Apartment in the 
House of Mr. Vane, with C. doors opening into a Garden formally 
planted, with Statues, Sfc. Set door 2 e. r. n. Set door 3 E. L. H. 
A table set for a collation, with Fruits, Flowers, Wine, and Plate 
in c. Settees and high-backed Chairs, a Side Table with Plate, 
Salvers, $c. on B. H. 

Colander discovered arranging table. 

Col. So ! malmsey, fruit, tea, coffee, yes ! all is ready against 
their leaving the diniug-room ! 

Enter James Burdock, a salver with letters in his hand, 1 e. l. 

Bur. Post letters, Master Colander. 

CoL Put 'em on the salver. (Burdock does so.) You may go, 
honest Burdock. (Burdock , fidgets, turning the letters on the salver.) 
When I say you may go — that means you must; the stable is your 
place when the family is not in Huntingdonshire, and at present 
the family is in London. 

Bur. And I wish it was in Huntingdonshire, with the best part 
of it, and that's mistress. Poor thing! A twelvemonth married, 
and six months of it as good as a widow. 

Col. We write to her, James, and receive her replies. 

Bur Aye ! but we don't read 'em, it seems. 

Col. We intend to do so at our leisure — meanwhile we make 
ourselves happy among the wits and the players. 

Bur. And she do make others happy among the poor and the 
suffering. 

Col. James Burdock, property has its duties, as well as its 
rights. Master enjoys the rights in town, and mistress discharges 
the duties in the country; 'tis the division of labor — and now 



20 MASKS AKD 1ACES. 

vanish, honest James, the company 'will he here directly, and yon 
know master can't ahide the smell of the stable. ( Crosses to i,.) 

Bur. But, Master Colander, do let him have this letter from 
missus. {Holds out the letter he has taken from the salver.) 

Col. James Burdock, you are incorrigible. Have I not given 
it to him once already t and didn't he fling it in my face and call 
me a puppy ? I respect Mistress Vane, James ; but I must re- 
member what's due to myself — I shan't take it. 

(Exit Colander, 3 E. t.) 

Bur. Then I will — there ! Poor dear lady ! I can't abear 
that her letters, with her heart in 'em, I'll be sworn, should lie un- 
opened. Barnet post mark ! — why, how can that be ? Well, its 
not my business. {Puts salver on table 2 e. l.) Master shall have 
it though. (Hurried knocking heard.) There goes that door, ah ! I 
thought it wouldn't be quiet long — what a rake-helly place this 
London is ! (Exit l.) 

Re-enter with Mrs. Vane in a hood and travelling dress, 1 e. l. 

Bur. Stop ! stop ! I don't think master can see you, young 
■woman. 

Mabel. "Why, James Burdock, have you forgotten yoi# mis- 
tress ? (Removes her hood.) *. 

Bur. Mistress ! Why Miss Mabel — I ask your pardon, miss 
— I mean, madam. Bless your sweet face ! — here, John, 
Thomas ! 

Mabel. Hush ! 

Bur. Lord, lord ! come at last ! oh ! how woundv glad I am, 
to be sure — oh ! lord, lord, my old head's all of a muddle with 
joy to see your kind face again. 

Mabel, (r.) But Ernest — Mr. Vane, James, is he well — and 
happy — and (sees his change of face) — eh ! he is well, Jamw' 1 

Bur. Yes, yes, quite well, and main happy. 

Mabel. And is he very impatient to see me ? 

Bur. (Aside.) Lord help her! 

Mabel. But mind, James, not a word ; he doesn't expect me till 
«ix, and 'tis now scarce four. Oh ! I shall startle him so ! 

Bur. Yes, yes, madam ; you'll startle him woundily. 



MASKS AND FACES. 21 

Maba. Oh ! it will be so delightful to pop out upon him un- 
awares — will it not, James 1 

Bur. Yes, Miss Mabel, — that is, madam ; but hadn't I better 
prepare him like ? 

Mabel. Not for the world. You know, James, when one is 
wishing for any one very much, the last hour's waiting is always 
the most intolerable, so when he is most longing to see me, and 
counting the minutes to six, I'll just open the door, and steal be- 
hind him, and fling my arms round his neck, and — but I shall be 
caught if I stay prattling here, and I must brush the dust from my 
hair, and smooth my dress, or I shall not be fit to be seen ; so not 
a word to anybody, James, I insist, or I shall be angry. Where 
is my room ? ( Goes to 2 e. r. and opens door) Oh, here ! 

Bur. Your room, Miss Mabel ; no ! no ! that is Mr. Vane's 
room, Ma'am. 

Mabel. Well, Mr. Vane's room is my room, I suppose. (Paus~ 
ing at door.) He is not there, is he ? 

Bur. No, ma'am, he is in the dining-room. (Knock.) Anon ! 
anon ! 

Mabel. I fear my trunks will not be here in time for me to dress ; 
but Ernest will not mind. He will see my heart in my face, and 
forgive my travelling sacque. (Exit into apartment r. 2 e.) 

Bur. Poor thing ! poor thing ! (Knock l.) There goes that door 
again — darn me if I go till I've seen Colander. Anon, Miss 
Mabel ! ( Going to door 2 E. E.) 

Hondsdon enters 3 e. l. 

Hunds. (Aside and looking at Burdock.) For all the world the 
twin brother to those bumpkins behind Hebe's coach. Well, my 
honest fellow ! 

Bur. Well, my jack-a-dandy ! 

Hunds. Can'st bring me Sir Charles Pomander hither, my 
honest fellow ? 

Bur. Here he's bringing himself, my jack-a-dandy. 

(Exit c. l.) 

Hunds. For so pretty a creature, she hath an establishment of 
the veriest brutes. Ah ! here comes Master 1 



■ MASKS AND FACES. 

Enter Sib Charles Pomander 3 u. L. 

Pom. Well ! is she arrived ? 

Hands. (Aside to Pomander.) I've marked her down, sir. Sh 
is here — in that room. {Pointing 2 e. r. h.) 

Pom. Is her arrival known ? 

Hands. But to a rustic savage of a servant. 

Pom. Good ! Take thy sheep's face out of sight, incontinently. 

Hands. Yes, Sir Charles. 

Pom. Hold ! I have kept thee sober for two days. Here's foi 
thee to make a beast of thyself. 

Hunds. Nay, I'll disappoint him, and profit by sobriety. 

(Exit 1 e. L.) 

Pom. So, the train is laid and I hold the match in my hand. 
("Colander returns with servants, who bring tea, coffee, $-c.) 

Enter Vane, Woffington, Quin, Clive, Cibber, Snarl 
and Soaper, as from the dining-room, laughing, c. D. 

Quin. I hate this detestable innovation of outlandish drawing 
room drinks — your tea and coffee — pshaw ! 

Vane. But you forget the ladies, Mr. Quin, and in the presence 
of Mr. Cibber too, whom I cannot thank enough for the honor of 
this visit. 

Cib. Nay, Sir, I bring my wit in exchange for your wine ; we 
barter our respective superfluities. 

Quin. Good wine is no superfluity, Mr. Cibber j 'tis a necessary 
of life, just as much as good victuals. 

Soap. I vow Mr. Cibber is as lively as ever, and doesn't look 
a day older : docs he Mr. Snarl ? 

Snarl. 'Tis that there's no room on Mr. Gibber's face for 
another wrinkle. 

Cib. (Takes snuff.) Puppies! 

Quin. Really this is too bad, the coffeo is getting cold. (Goes 
to the table, R.) 

Clive. So, no wonder Quin is getting warm. (Gives him coffee. 
Here, bear ! (Woffington presides over tea.) 

(Xb. You have a charming house here, Mr. Vane, I knwr it is 



MASKS AND FACES. 23 

poor dear Lord Loungeville's time. You may just remember 
him, Sir Charles 1 

Pcm. I never read ancient history. 

Cib. Puppy ! An unrivalled gallant, Peggy. Oh, the petit* 
$oupers we have had here ! Loungeville was a great creature, Sir 
Charles. I wish you may ever be like him. 

Pom. I sincerely trust not. (Goes to table c.) I do not feel at 
all anxious to figure in the museum of town antiquities — labelled, 
" Old Beau, very curious." 

Cib. (Aside.) Coxcomb ! Let me tell you your old beaux were 
the only ones worthy of winging the shafts from Cupid's quiver. 

Stiarl. Witness Mr. Cibber. ( Goes to table c.) 

Woff. Oh, Colley is like old port — the more ancient he grows 
the more exquisite his perfume becomes. 

Soap. Capital ! She alludes to Mr. Cibber's pulvilio. 

Snarl. And the crustier he gets. 

Soap. Delicious ! He alludes to Mr. Cibber's little irritability. 

Cib. Ah, laugh at us old fellows as you will, young people ; 
but I have known Loungeville entertain a fine lady in this very 
saloon, whilst a rival was fretting and fuming on the other side of 
that door. Ha, ha ! (Sighs.) It is all over now. 

Pom. Nay, Mr. Cibber, why assume that the house has lost its 
virtue in our friend's hands 1 

Cib. Because, young gentleman, you all want scavoir /aire ; 
the fellows of the day are all either unprincipled heathens like you, 
or cold blooded Amadisses like our host. The true Preux des 
Dames, (regretfully) went out with the full periwig, stap my vitals 1 

Qu.in. A bit of toast, Mr. Cibber ? (Goes to table.) 

Cib. Jemmy, you are a brute. 

Quin. You refuse, sir? 

Cib. (With dignify.) No, sir, I accept. (Quin tales plate of 
toast to table, R.) 

Pom. ( Goes to table.) Yon Antediluvians must not flatter your- 
selves you have monopolized iniquity, or that the deluge washed 
away intrigue, and that a rake is a fossil. We are still as vicious 
as you could desire, Mr. Cibber. What if I bet a cool hundred 
round that Vane has a petticoat in tie next room, and Mrs. 
Woffington shall bring her out. 



24 MASKS AND FACES. 

Vane. Pomander ! (Checks himself.) But wo all know Po 
mander. 

Pom. Not yet, but you shall. Now don't look so abominably in- 
nocent, my dear fellow, I ran her to earth in this house not ten 
minutes ago. 

Cib. Have her out, Peggy ! I know the run — there's the 
cover — Hark forward ! Yoicks! Ha, ha, ha! (Coughing.) Ho, 
ho! 

Vane. Mr. Cibber, age and infirmity are privileged but for you, 
Sir Charles Pomander — 

Woff. Don't be angry. Do you not see it is a jest, and, as 
might be expected, a sorry one ? 

Vane. A jest ; it must go no farther, or by Heaven ! — (Wof- 
fingtoit places her hand on his shoulder — .Mabel appears D. R. 
2 E.) 

Mabel. Ernest, dear Ernest ! (Woffington removes her hand 
quickly.) 

Vane. Mabel ! 

Pom. I win. (A pause of silent amazement. Vane looks round 
on the reverse side of Woffington.) 

Woff. (Aside to Vane.) Who is this ? 

Vane. My — my wife! (All rise and bow. Colander place* 
chair for Mrs Vane.) 

Cib. 'Fore Gad ! he is stronger than Loungeville. 

Mabel. You are not angry with me for this silly trick ? After 
all I am but two hours before my time. You know, dearest, I 
6aid six in my letter. 

Vane. Yes — yes ! 

Mabel. And you have had three days to prepare you, for I 
wrote like a good wife to ask leave before starting, ladies and gen- 
tlemen ; but he never so much as answered my letter, madam. 
(To Woffington, who winces.) 

Vane. Why, you c — c — couldn't doubt, Mabel? (Cibber 
joins Snarl and Soaper at table l.) 

Mabel. No, silence gives consent ; but I beg your pardon, Indies, 
(looking to Woffington,) for being so glad to see my husband. 

Snarl. 'Tis a failing, madam, you will soon eet over in toira. 
(Laugh.) 



MASK'J AND FACES. 25 

Mabel. Nay , sir, I hope not ; but I warrant me you did not 
look for me so soon. 

Woff. Some of us did not look for you at all. 

Mabel. What ! Ernest did not tell you he expected me ? 

Woff No ; he told us the entertainment was in honor of a 
lady's first visit to his house ; but he did not tell us that lady was 
his wife. 

Vane. (Aside to Woff.) Spare her! 

Woff. (Aside to Vane.) Have you spared me ? 

Pom. No doubt he wished to procure us that agreeable surprise, 
which you have procured him. 

Snarl. And which he evidently enjoys so much. 

Soap. Oh, evidently. (Cibber, Snarl and Soaper laugh, 
aside.) 

Vane. You had better retire, Mabel, and change your travelling 
dress. 

Mabel. Nay ; you forget, I am a stranger to your friends. Will 
you not introduce me to them first ? 

Vane. No, no ; it is not usual to introduce in the polite world. 

Woff. We always introduce ourselves. (Rises. All come 
down except Vane and Quin.) 

Vane. (Aside to Woff.) Madam, for pity's sake ! 

Woff. So, if you will permit me. 

Pom. (Aside.) Now for the explosion ! 

Vane. (Aside.) She will shew me no mercy. 

Woff. (Introducing Clive.) Lady Lurewell ! 

Clive. Madam ! (She curtsies.) If she had made m( a com- 
moner, I'd have exposed hei on the spot. 

Woff. (Introducing him.) Sir John Brute ! 

Quin. (She comes forward, aside to Woff.) Hang it! Falstaff! 

Woff. Sir John Brute Falstaff ! we call him for brevity, Brute. 

Pom. (Aside ) Missed fire ! Confound her ready wit. 

Vane. (Aside.) I breathe again. 

Woff. That is Lord Foppington, (crosses to Cibber,) a butter- 
fly of long standing and a little gouty. Sir Charles Pomander ! 

Pom. Who wdl spare you the trouble of a description, (crossing 
to Mabel,) as he has already had the honor of avowing himself 
Mrs. Vane's xaart humble sen-ant. 
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36 MASKS AVD F-HXS 

Vane. How 1 (Advances c.) 

Mabel. The good gentleman who helped my coach out of tha 
slough yesterday. 

Vane. All ! ( Goes up to the table L. u. e.) 

Woff. Mr. Soaper, Mr. Snarl — gentlemen who would butter 
and cut up their own fathers ! 

Mabel. Bless me ; cannibals ! 

Woff. ( With a sweet smile.) No ; critics. 

Mabel. But yourself, madam ? 

Woff. (Curtseying.) I am the Lady Betty Modish, at youi 
service. 

Clive. (Aside to Quin.) And anybody else's. 

Mabel. Oh dear, so many lords and ladies ! 

Vane. Pray go, and change your dress, Mabel. 

Mabel. What ! before you hear the news of dear "Willoughby, 
Ernest 1 Lady Betty, I had so many things to tell him, and he 
sends me away. 

Cibber. Nay, really, 'tis too cruel. 

Woff. Pray, madam, your budget of country news ; clotted 
cream so seldom comes to London quite fresh. 

Mabel. There you see, Ernest. First, then, Grey Gillian is 
turned out for a brood mare, so old George won't let me ride her. 

Woff. The barbarian ! 

Mabel. Old servants are such hard masters, my lady ; and my 
Barbary hen has laid two eggs, Ernest. Heaven knows the trou- 
ble we have had to bring her to it. And dame Best (that's his old 
nurse, Lady Lurewell) has had soup and pudding from the hall 
every day. 

Quin. Soup and pudding ! that's what I call true charity. 

Mabel. Yes ; and once she went so far as to say, " it wasn't 
altogether a bad pudding." I made it with these hands. 

Cibber. Happy pudding ! 

Vane. Is this mockery, sir ? 

Cibber. No, sir, it is gallantry ; an exercise that died before 
you were born. Madam, shall I have the honor of kissing one 
of the fair hands that made that most favored of puddings 1 

Mabel. Oh, my lord, you may, because you are so old ; but I 
don't say so for a young gentleman, unless it was Ernest himself, 
and lie doesn't ask me. (Cibbee, Snael and Soaeee go \t}<) 



MASKS AND FACES. 27 

Vane. (Angrily.) My dear Mabel, pray remember we are not 
%\ Wrlloughby! 

dive. Now, bear, where's your paw ? (Going up vi.) 

Quin. All I regret is, that I go without having helped Mrs 
Vane to buttered toast. 

Clive. Poor Quin, first to quit his bottle half finished, and 
now, to leave the run of the table for a walk in the garden ! 

{Exeunt c. D. L.) 

Vane. Let me shew you to your apartment. (Rings bell, leads 
her to door r.) 

Enter Servant l. h. 

Bid the musieians play. (Exit Servant l. h.) 

(Vane offers his arm to Woffington.) Let me conduct you to 
the garden. * 

(Music without v. e. r. h. Woffington gives her hand and goes 
off with Vane L. C. — in going out she looks back. Music heard.) 

Woff. (Aside.) Yes; there are triumphs out of the Theatre. 

{Exit with Vane l. c.) 

Cibber. (Crosses to Mabel.) Mr. Vane's garden will lack its 
fairest flower, madam, if you desert us. 

Mabel, (r.) Nay, my lord, there are fairer here than I. 

Pom. (Goes up to c. l.) Jealous, I see, already. Shall I tell 
her all 1 No ; I will let the green-eyed monster breach the fortress, 
and then I shall walk in without a contest. 

Cibber. (Meeting Sir Charles at c. L.) Your arm, sir 
Charles. 

Pom. At your service, Mr. Cibber. 

(Exeunt Pomander and Cibber c. d. l.) 

Snarl. A pleasant party, Mr. Soaper. 

Soap. Remarkably. Such a delightful meeting of husband 
and wife, Mr. Snarl ! (Exeunt c. d. l. h. Music ceases.) 

Mabel. How kind they all are to me, except him whose kind- 
ness alone I value, and he must take Lady Betty's hand instead 
of mine ; but that is good breeding I suppose. I wish there was 
no such thing as good breeding in London, any more than in 
Hunti agdonshire. 



25 MASKS AND FACES. 

Col. {Without, angrily, c. L.) I tell you Mr. Vane is no: at 
home. 

Mabel. What is the matter ? 
(Triplet discovered attempting to force his way through C. T>. L. H. 
Colander bars his entrance. Triplet carries a portfolio, 
two vtlumes, and a roll of manuscript.) 

Col. I tell you he is not at home, sir. 

Mabel. How can you say so, when you know he is in the garden. 

Col. Ugh ! (Aside.") The simpleton. 

Mabel. Show the gentleman in. 

Col. Gentleman ! 

Trip. A thousand thanks, madam, for this condescension ; I 
will wait Mr. Vane's leisure in the hall. 

Mabel. Nay, sir, not in the hall, 'tis cold there. Tell Mr. Vane 
the gentleman waits. Will you go, sirrah ? 

Col. 1 am gone, madam. (Aside.) Porter to players ! and 
now usher to an author ! curse me if I stand it. 

(Exit c. D. L. H.) 

Trip. (Advancing.) A thousand apologies, madam, for the 
trouble I put you to. I — madam — you overwhelm me with 
confusion. 

Mabel. Nay — nay — be seated. 

liip. Madam, you are too condescending. (Aside.) Who 
can she be ? (Bows again and again.) 

Mabel. Nay, sit down and rest you. (Triplet bows, and sits 
on the edge of a cliair, with astonishment.) You look sadly adust 
and tired. 

Trip. Why, yes, madam ; it rs a long way from Lambeth ; 
and the heat is surpassing. ( Takes his handkerchief out to wipe his 
brow ; returns it somewhat hastily to his pocket.) I beg your pardon, 
I forgot myself. 

Mabel. (Aside.) Poor man, he looks sadly lean and hungry. 
And I'll be bound you came in such a hurry, you forget — you 
mustn't be angry with me — to have your dinner first. 

Trip. How strange ! madam, you have guessed it. I did for- 
get — he, he! — I have such a head — not that I need have for- 
gotten it — but being used to forget it, I did not remember not to 
forget it to-day. (Smiles absurdly.) 



MASKS AND FACES. 29 

Mitbel. {Pours wine.') A glass of wine, sir ? 

Trip. (Rising and bowing.) Nay, madam. (Eyes the wine- 
drinks.) Nectar, as I am a man. (She helps him to refreshments.') 

Mabel. Take a biscuit, sir 1 

Trip. (Eating.) Madam, as I said before, you overwhelm me. 
"Walking certainly makes one hungry. (Eats.) Oh, yes, it cer- 
tainly does ; (Mabel helps him) and though 1 do not usually eat 
at this time of the day. (Mvbel helps him again.) 

Mabel. I am sorry Mr. Vane keeps you waiting. 

Trip. By no means, madam, it is very fortunate — (Eats) I 
mean it procures me the pleasure of (eats) your society. Besides, 
the servants of the Muse are used to waiting. What we are not 
used to is (she Jills his glass) being waited on by Hebe and the 
Twelve Graces, whose health I have the honor ! — Falernian, as 
I'm a poet ! 

Mabel. A poet ! t Clapping her hands. ) Oh, I am so glad ! I 
never thought to see a living poet ; I do so love poetry ! 

Trip. Fa ! it is in your face, madam. I should be proud to 
have your opinion of this trifle composed by me for Mr. Vane, in 
honor of the lady he expected this morning. 

Mabel. {Aside.) Dear Ernest! how ungrateful I was. Nay, 
sir, I think I know the lady ; and it would be hardly proper for 
me to hear them. 

Trip. (After placing the MS. by the side of his plate, with another 
plate to keep it open; laying his hand on his heart.) Oh, strictly 
correct, madam. James Triplet never stooped to the loose taste 
of the town, even in trifles of this sort. (Reads.) " When first from 
Albion's isle — " 

Mabel. Take another glass of wine first. 

Trip. Madam, I will. (Drinks.) I thank you infinitely. 
(Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " 

Mabel. Another biscuit. (Hel]>s him.) 

Trip. Madam, (eats a mouth fill,) you do me infinite honor. 
(Reads again.) " When first from Albion's isle — " 

Mabel. No — no — no! (Stops her ears.) Mr. Vane intended 
them for a surprise, and it would spoil his pleasure were I to hear 
them from you. 

Trip. (Sighs.) As you please, madam ! But you would hav» 
3* 



3ft MASKS AND JFAJES. 

liked them, for the theme inspired me. The kindest, the most 
generous and gifted of women ! — don'* you agree with me, 
madam 1 

Mabel. (Laughs.) No indeed ! 

'Trip. Ah I if you knew her as I do. 

Mabel. I ought to know her better, sir. 

Trip. Her kindness to me, for instance ; a poor devil like me, 
if I may be allowed the expression. 

Mabel. Nay, you exaggerate her trifling act of civility. 

Trip. (Reproachfully.) Act of civility, madam! Why she has 
saved me from despair — from starvation perhaps. 

Mabel. (Aside.) Poor thing ! how hungry he must have been. 

Trip. And she's to sit to me for her portrait, too. 

Mabel. Her portrait! (Aside.) Oh, another attention of 
Ernest's — but I thought you were a poet, sir ? 

Trip. So I am, madam, from an epitaph to an epic Let me 
convince you. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " 

Mabel. But you spoke just now of painting. Are you a 
painter too ? 

Trip. From a scene to a sign-board ; from a house-front to an 
historical composition. 

Maliel. Oh, what a clever man ! And so Ernest commissioned 
you to paint this portrait ? 

Trip. No ; for that 1 am indebted to the lady herself. 

Mabel. The lady ? (Rises.) 

Trip. I expected to find her here ; — perhaps you can inform 
me whether she is arrived 1 

Mabel. (Aside.) Not my portrait after all. Who ? 

Trip. Mrs. Woffington. 

Mabel. Woffington ? No, there was no such name among the 
guests Mr. Vane received to-day. 

Trip. That is strange ! She was to be here ; and therefore I 
expedited the verses in her honor. 

Mabel. ( Rnefulh). ) In her honor ? 

Trip. Yes, madam ; the subject is " Genius trampling on 
Envy." It begins. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " 

Mabel. Nay, I do not care to hear them, for I do not know the 
lady. 



4ASKS AXD FACES. 31 

Trip. Few really know her ; but at least you have seen her act. 

Mabel. Act ! Is she an actress t 

Trip. An actress, madam! The Actress! — and you have 
never seen her ! Madam, you have a great pleasure before you ; 
to see her act is a privilege, but to act with her, as I once did, 
though she doesn't remember it — I was hissed, madam, owing 
to circumstances which for the credit of our common nature I 
suppress. 

Mabel. An actor too ! 

Trip. And it was in a farce of my own too, madam, which was 
damned — accidentally* 

Mabel. And a play-writer ? 

Trip. Plays, madam ! I have written a library of them ; but 
the madmen who manage the patent houses won't act them and 
make their fortunes. You see in me a dramatic gold mine, lost 
because no company will work mc. 

Mabel. Yes, yes ; but tell me ! this actress : — Mr. Vane ad- 
mires her ? 

Trip. Mr. Vane is a gentleman of taste, madam. 

Mabel. And she was to have been here ? There were none bul 
persons of quality — ah! the news of my intended arrival — no 
doubt — well Mr. 

Trip. Triplet, madam ! James Triplet, 10, Hercules Buildings, 
Lambeth : occasional verses, odes, epithalamia, elegies, dedications, 
translations, and every species of literary composition executed 
with spirit, punctuality, and secrecy. Portraits painted, and les- 
sons given in declamation and the dramatic art. The card, ma- 
dam, (presents card) of him, who, to all these qualifications adds a 
prouder still — that of being your humble, devoted, and truly 
grateful servant — James Triplet. (Bows and moves off — returns.) 
The fact is, madam, it may appear strange to you, but a kind 
hand has not so often been held out to me, that I should forget it, 
especially when that hand is so fair and gracious as yours. May 
I be permitted, madam ? (Puts her hand to his lips.) You will im- 
pute it to gratitude rather than audacity — madam, I am gone — 
I flatter myself, James Triplet, throughout this charming interview, 
has conducted himself like what he may not appear to be — a 
gentleman. Madam, I take my final leave. (Exit 1 e. l.) 



32 MASKS AND FACES. 

Mabel. Invite an actress to his house ! hut Ernest is so warm- 
hearted and generous ; no doubt 'tis as Mr. Triplet says ; he has 
admired her acting and wished to mark his sense of her merit by 
presenting her these verses, and a dinner. (Music.) These poor 
actors and actresses ! I have seen some of them down in Hunting- 
donshire, and I know what a kindness it is to give them a good 
meal. (Crosses to l.) 

Enter Sir Charles Pomander l. c. down r. 

Pom. What, madam, all alone, here as in Huntingdonshire? 
Force of habit. A husband with a wife in Huntingdonshire is so 
like a bachelor. 

Mabel. Sir ! 

Pom. And our excellent Ernest is such a favorite. 

Mabel. No wonder. 

Pom. There are not many who can so pass in six months 
from the larva state of Bumpkin to the butterfly existence of 
Beau. ( Mus ic ceases.) 

Mabel. Yes ; (sadly) I find him changed. 

Pom. Changed 1 transformed ! He is now the prop cf the 
Cocoa-tree — the star of Ranclagh — the Lauzun of the Green 
Room. 

Mabel. The Green Boom 1 

Pom. Ah, I forgot ! you are fresh from Eden ; the Green 
Room, my dear madam, is the bower where fairies put off their 
wings and goddesses become dowdies — where Lady Macbeth 
weeps over her lap-dog's indigestion, and Belvidcra groans over 
the amount of her last milliner's bill. In a word, the Green Room 
is the place where actors and actresses become mere men and 
women, and the name is no doubt derived from the general cha- 
racter of its unprofessional visitors. 

Mabel. And is it possible that Ernest, Mr. Vane, frequents such 
places ? 

Pom. He has earned in six months a reputation that many a 
fine gentleman would give his ears for — not a scandalous journal 
he has not figured in — not an actress of reputation or no repute 
tion, but gossip has give.u him for a conquest. 



MASKS AND FACES S3 

Mabel. You forget, sir, you are speaking to his wife. 

Pom. On the contrary, madam ; but you would be sure to learn 
this, and it is best you should learn it at once and from a friend. 

Mabel. Is it the office of a friend to calumniate the husband to 
the wife ? 

Pom. When he admires the wife, he reprobates the husband's 
ill-taste in neglecting her. 

Mabel,. Do you suppose I did not know of his having invited 
Mrs. Woffington to his house to-day 1 

Pom. What ! you found her out ? you detected the Actress-of- 
all-work under the airs of Lady Betty Modish. 

Mabel. Lady Betty Modish ! 

Pom. Yes ; that was La Woffington. 

Mabd. Whom he had invited hither to present her with a copy 
of verses. 

Pom. Et cetera. 

Mabel. And who in an actress' sudden frolic, gave herself 
and her companions those titles without my husband's connivance. 

Pom. Vane could not have explained it half so well. These 
women are incredibles. 

Mabel. Had the visit been in any other character, do you think 
he would have chosen for it the day of my arrival 1 

Pom. Certainly not, if he knew you were coming. 

Mabel, And he did know; why here (seeing letters on table l.) 

are my letters announcing my intention to start — my progress on 

the road — the last written from Barnet, only yesterday. 

While speaking she has gone to the salver, on L. H. and hastily taken 

the letters, which she offers Pomander with triumph. He takes 

them with an uncertain air, looks at them — gives them back to 

her after a pause. 

Pom. (Coolly.) The seals have not been broken, madam. 

Mabel. (Bursting into tears.) Unopened ! It is too true ! Flung 
aside unread ! and I have learned by heart every word he ever 
wrote to me. Sir, you have struck down the hope and trust of 
my life without remorse. May heaven forgive you ! 

Pom. Madam ! let me, who have learned to adore you — 

Mabd. I may no longer hold a place in my husband's heart - 
but I am still mistress of his house — leave it, sir ! 



&4 MASKS AND FACES. 

Pom. Your wishes are my law — (going) but here they come I 
(Crosses to l.) Use the right of a wife, watch them unseen, and 
you will soon learn whether I am mistaken, or you misinformed. 

Mabel. ( Violently.) No ! I will not dog my husband's steps at 
the bidding of his treacherous friend. ( Watches Pomander out.') 

Pom. (Aside.) She will watch them. (Exit.) 

After a moment or two of irresolution, Mabel crouches down behind 
a chair. Enter Vane c. l. conductina Woffington : theupazz 
without observing Mvisel. 

Vane. But one word — I can explain all. Let me accompany 
you to this painter's. I am ready to renounce credit — character — 
wife — all for you ! 

Woff. 1 go alone, sir. Call Mrs. Woffington's coach. 

Exit Woffington, followed by Vane. 1 e. l. 

Mabel. (Starting from seat.) Oh, no, no ! — you cannot use me 
ao. Ernest ! Husband ! ( Tries to rush towards l. d. Swoons. 
Vane returns.) 

Vane. Who called me ? Mabel — my wife ! (Stamps.) help, 
here! — what have I done? (He raises her in his arms. Quick 
drop.) 



■ID <W ACT OI8. 



MASKS AND FACES. 35 



ACT II. 

SCENE I. 3. G. A large roughly furnished Garret. Set door 2 
G.R.H. Set door 2 e. l. h. Easel with Woffington's Picture on 
it, half concealed by a green baize drapery. Colors, Palette, 
Pencils, Maulstick, Afc, fyc. Mrs. Triplet redlining in a large 
chair, and wrapped up like an invalid, on R. n. Violin hanging 
against wall. Triplet seated at small Table luriting, C. Two 
Children. Wooden Chairs. Boy is rocking Cradle and singing. 

Trip. Do keep those children quiet, Jane. 

Airs. T. (On r.) Hush, my dears, let your father write his 
comedy. Comedy seems so troublesome to write. 

Trip. Yes ! somehow sorrow comes more natural to me ! 
(Pause.) I've got a bright thought; you see, Jane, they arc all 
at a sumptuous banquet : all the Dramatis Persona? except the 
poet, (writes) music — sparkling wine — massive plate — soups — 
fish — shall I have three dishes of fish ? venison — game — pickles 
and provocatives in the centre, then up jumps one of the guests, 
and says he — 

Boy. Oh, dear ! I am so hungry ! 

Girl. And so am I. 

Trip. That is an absurd remark, Lysimachus, not four hours 
after breakfast. 

Boy. But father — there wasn't any breakfast for breakfast ! 

Trip. Now I ask you, Mrs. Triplet — how am I to write 
comic scenes, if you let Lysimachus and R xalana there put the 
heavy business in every five minutes 1 

Mrs. T. Forgive them, the poor things are hungry ! 

Trip. Then they must learn to be hungry in another room. 
They shan't cling around my pen aud paralyze it, just when it is 
fjoing to make all our fortunes ; (rises) but you women have no 
consideration — send 'em all to bed, every man Jack of 'em. 
(Children mite a doleful cry.) Hungry ! hungry ! Is that a pro« 



S6 UASK9 AXD FACES 

per expression to u>e before a father who is sitting clown, (seats 
himself) all gayety — and hilarity to write a Com — a Com — 
(chokes.) Where's the youngest — where's Cleopatra? (Mrs. T. 
brings child to him — he takes her on his knee.) 

Girl. Father, I'm not so very hungry ! 

Boy. ( Who has come to his father.) And I'm not hungry at 
all — I had a piece of bread and butter yesterday ! 

Trip. Wife ; they'll drive me mad ! 

Boy. (Sotto voce.) Mother; father made us hungry out of his 
book. 

Girl. Is it a cookery book, father ? 

Trip. Ha ! ha ! is my comedy a cookery book ? The young 
rogues say more good things than I do — that is the worst of it. 
Wife, I took that sermon I wrote — 

Mrs. T. And beautiful it was, James. 

Trip. I took it to the Reverend Gentleman, and lie would not 
have it, he said it was too hard upon sin for the present day. 
(Dashes at the paper.) Ah! if my friend Mrs. Woffington would 
but leave this stupid comedy and^ take to tragedy, things would 
smile again. 

Mrs. T. Oh, James, how can you expect anything from that 
woman 1 You won't believe what all the world says — you 
measure folk by your own good heart. 

Trip. I haven't a good heart, I spoke like a brute to you just 
now. 

Mrs. T. Never mind, James, I wonder how you put up with 
me at all ! a sick useless creature. I often wish to die, for your 
sake — I know you would do better — I am such a weight round 
your neck. (Triplet takes Mrs. T. to chair — then returns with 
energy to his comedy — boy brings violin.) 

Boy. Play us a tune on the fiddle, father ! 

Mrs. T. Ay do, husband ! that often helps you in your writing. 
(Triplet plays a merry tune dolefully.) 

Trip. It won't do, music must be in the heart, or it will never 
come out of the fingers. (Puts fiddle down — boy takes it and puts it 
in the cradle.) No ! let us be serious and finish the comedy — 
perhaps it hitches because I forgot to invoke Thalia — the Muse 
of Cottredy, Mrs. Triplet ; she must be a black-hearted jade if she 



MASKS A.VV KACES. Jf 

won't lend a broad grin to a poor devil starving in the nilila of 
his hungry little ones. 

Mrs. T. Heathen goddesses can't help us. We had better 
pray to heaven to look down on us and our children. 

Trip. (Sullenly.) You forget, Mrs. Triplet, that our street \a 
tery narrow, and the opposite houses are very high. 

Mrs, T. James ! 

Trip. How can heaven see an honest man and his family in 
such an out-of-the-way place as this. 

Mrs. T. Oh ! what words are these ? 

Trip. Have we given honesty a fair trial 1 yes or no. ( Walk- 
ing in great agitation) 

Mrs. T. No, not till we die as we have lived. 

Trip. I suppose heaven is just, I can't know it, till it sends mo 
an angel to take my children's part ; they cry to me for bread, I 
have nothing to give them but hard words. God knows it has 
taken a great deal to break my heart, but it is broken at last, 
broken — broken. (He sobs icith head on his hands on table.) 

Enter Woffington, speaking, l. d. 2 e. 

Woff. Wasn't somebody inquiring after an angel 1 Here I 
am ! 

Trip. Mrs. Woftingron ! (Mrs. W. seeing Triplet's distress, 
retreats ; but presently comes back.) 

Wojf. See. (Shows him letter.) " Madam, you are an angel ; " 
from a gentleman, a perfect stranger to me, so it must be correct. 

Enter Pompet, with a basket, l. d. 2 E. 

Ah ! here is another angel ! there are two sorts you know, angels 
of light and angels of darkness. (Takes basket from Pompet.) 
Lucifer, avaunt ! (in a terrible tone) and wait outside the door. (In 
a familiar tone.) (Exit Pompet l. d 2 e.) 

{Aside.) They are in sore distress, poor things ! I am sorry you 
are ill, Mrs. Triplet! I have brought yon some physic — black 
draught from Burgundy. (Mrs. Triplet attempts to rise but 
rinks back again.) Don't move I issist ! 
4 



38 MASKS AND. FACES. 

Trip. Oh, Mrs. Woftington, had I dreamed you would deiga 
to come here — 

Woff. You would have taken care to be out. (Aside.) Their 
faces looked pinched, I know what that means. Mrs. Triplet, I 
have come to give your husbaad a sitting for my portrait, will you 
allow me to eat my little luncheon in your room? I am so 
hungry. Pompey ! (Pompey runs in L. D. 2 e.) run to the corner 
and buy me that pie I took such a fancy to as we came along. 
( Gives money to Pompey.) (Exit Pompey l. d. 2 e.) 

Boy. Mother, will the lady give me a bit of her pie ? 

Mrs. T. Hush, you rude boy. 

Woff. She is not much of a lady if she doesn't ! Now children, 
we'll first look at father's comedy. Nineteen dramatis persona;, 
— cut out seven. Don't bring your armies into our drawing- 
rooms, Mr. Dagger and Bowl ; can you marshal battalions on a 
Turkey carpet, and make gentlefolks witty in platoons ? What's 
here in the first act 1 A duel ! and both wounded — you butcher ! 

Trip. (Deprecatingly.) They are not to die. they shan't die, 
upon my honor ! 

Woff. Do you think I'll trust their lives with you 1 I'll show 
you how to run people through the body. (Takes pen, writes.) 
Business, " Araminta looks out of the garret window, the combat- 
auts drop their swords, put their hands to their hearts, and stagger 
off, o. p. and p. s." Now children ! who helps me lay the cloth 1 

Chit. I, and I! (They run to dresser.) 

Mrs. T. (Half rising.) Madam, I can't think of allowing you. 

Woff. Sit down ma'am, or I must use brute force ; (in Mrs. T'a 
ear) shake hands with distress, for it shall never enter your door 
again. (Mns.T. clasps her hands. Woffington meets the chil- 
dren with the tablecloth, ivhich she lays.) Twelve plates, quick! 
twenty-four knives, quicker ! forty-eight forks, quickest. 

Enter Pompey C d. 2 e. who sets pie on table, and exit looking 
wistfully at it. 

Mr. Triplet — your coat, if you please — and carve. 
Drip. My coat, madam 1 



MASKS AND FaCIsS. 39 

Woff. Yes ; off with it, there's a hole in it. (Triplet, with signs 
of astonishment, gives her his coat, then carves pie — they eat. Woff. 
seats herself.) Be pleased to cast your eye on that, ma'am. 
{Bog passes housewife to Mrs. Triplet.) Woffington's house- 
wife, made by herself, homely to the eye, but holds everything in 
the world, and has a small space left for everything else ; to be 
returned by the bearer. Thank you, sir! (Stitches away veiy ra- 
pidly.) Eat away ; children, when once I begin the pie will soon 
end ; (girl takes plate to her mother,) I do everything so quick. 

Girl. The lady sews faster than you, mother. 

Woff. Bless the child, don't come near my sword-arm, the 
needle will go into your eye, and out at the back of your head. 
(Children laugh.) The needle will be lost, the child will be no 
more, enter undertaker, house turned topsyturvy, father showa 
Woffington the door, off she goes, with a face as long and as dull 
as papa's comedy, crying, "Fine Chaney o-ran-ges!" (The 
children laugh heartily.) 

Girl. Mother ! the lady is very funny ! 

Woff. You'll be as funny when you're as well paid for it 
(Triplet choices with laughing, and lays down knife and fork.) 

Mrs. T. James, take care ! 

Woff. There's the man's coat, (aside) with a ten pound nolo in 
it. (Girl takes it to Triplet.) 

Trip. My wife is a good woman, ma'am, but deficient in an 
important particular. 

Mrs. T. Oh, James ! 

Trip. Yes, my dear, I regret to say you have no sense of humor ; 
no more than a cat, Jane. 

Woff. What ! because the poor thing can't laugh at your 
comedy. 

Trip. No ma'am, but she laughs at nothing. 

Woff. Try her with one of your tragedi es ! 

Mrs. T. I am sure, James, if I don't laugh, it is not for the 
want of the will. (Dolefully ) I used to be a very heary laughter; 
but I haven't langhed this two years. (Woffington leads Mrs. 
T. to chair.) 

Woff. Oh, you haven't, haven't you 1 Then the next two 
vaars you shall do nothing else. 



40 MASK9 AND 5 ACES. 

Trip. Oh, madam, that passes the talent even of the gre*t 
comedian. 

Boy. She is not a comedy lady. 

Woff. Hallo ! 

Boy. You don't ever cry, pretty lady. 

Woff. (Ironically.) Of course not. 

Boy. {Confidentially.) Comedy is crying. Father cries all the 
time he writes his comedy. 

Woff. Oh ! 

Trip. Hold your tongue. They were tears of laughter, you 
know, ma'am. Wife, our children talk too much ; they thrust 
their noses into everything, and criticise their own father. 

Woff. Unnatural offsprings ! 

Trip. And when they take up a notion, the devil himself 
couldn't convince them to the contrary ; for instance, all this 
morning they thought fit to assume that they were starving. 

Boy. So we were till the angel came, and the devil went for 
the pie. 

Trip. There, there, there, there ! now, you mars my words, 
Jane, we shall never get that idea out of their heads — 

Woff. Till we (cuts a large piece of pie, and puts on child's plate) 
put a different idea into their stomachs. Come, trinquons! as 
they do in France. (Fills glasses, and touches hers ivith those of the 
children, who crowd round her with delight.) Were you ever is 
France, Triplet ? 

Trip. No, madam, I am thoroughly original. 

Woff. That's true. Well, I went there once to learn tragedy 
of the great Dumesnil. (Recites a couple of lines of tragedy a la 
Franqaise.) But Peg Woffington was never meant to walk the 
stage on stilts ; — no, let Mrs. Pritchard pledge Melpomene in her 
own poison-howl, I'll give you Thalia in a bumper of Burgundy. 
Come, drink to your new mistress, Triplet. (Fills her glass.) Mrs. 
Triplet, (she rises, bottle and glass in hand,) I must prescribe for you 
too. A wine glassful of this elixir six times a day till further 
notice. Success to your husband's comedy ! What's this ? (Sees 
fiddle in cradle.) A fiddle, as I'm an ex-orange wench ! (Giving 
it to Triplet.) Here, Triplet, a jig — a jig. (Triplet takes 
/iddh. ) Peggy has not forgotten how to cover the buckle. Come, 



MASKS AXD FACES. 41 

young ones — (Triplet plays. She dances a jig with the children) 
— more power to your elbow, man — shake it, ye sowl ! Hurroo ! 
(She dances up to Triplet, who in his excitement, rises and joins in 
the jig, while Mrs. Triplet Jollows their movements with her body.) 
But come, Mr. Tripiet, you really shan't make me play the fool 
any longer. Business ! — my picture is to be finished. Mrs. 
Triplet, we must clear the studio : — take your cherubs into tho 
bed-room. 

Mrs. T. {Seizes her hand.) Oh, madam ! may the blessing of a 
mother watch over you in life and after it, and the blessing of these 
innocents too ! 

Woff. Pooh ! pooh ! let me kiss the brats. (Kisses them. Aside.) 
Poor things ! 

Boy. I shall pray for you after father and mother. 

Girl. I shall pray for you after daily bread, because we were 
so hungry till you came. 

Woff. (Putting them off r. 2 e.) There, there. Exeunt mother 
and cherubs. Music for the exit, Trippy — the merriest you can 
extort from that veteran Stradivarius of yours. (Aside.) Heaven 
knows I've as much need of merry music as the saddest of them. 
(Sees Triplet oveirome.) Why, how now? If there isn't this 
kind-hearted, soft-headed, old booby of a Triplet making a picture 
of himself in water colors. (Goes up to him — taps him on the arm.) 
Come! to work — to work, and with & will, for I have invited 
Cibber, and Quin, and Clive, and Snarl, Soaper and all, to see the 
portrait, which is to make your fortune and hand me down to 
posterity not half as handsome as nature made me. There (sits,) 
I must put on my most bewitching smile of course. (Aside.) Oh, 
dear ! how it belies my poor aching heart. 
(Triplet, during this, has got his palette and pencil, set his easel, 

and begun to work, while Woffington sits.) 
"Well, arc you satisfied with it ? 

Trip. Anything but, madam. (Paints.) 

Woff. Cheerful soul ! then I presume it is like. 

Trip. Not a bit. (Woffington stretches.) You in»<-t ret 
yawn, ma'am — you must not yawn just now ! 

Woff. Oh, yes, I must, if you will be so stupid. 

Trip I was just about to catch the turn of the lip. 
4* 



42 MASKS A.VD FACES. 

Woff. Well, catch it, it wont run away. 

Trip. A pleasant half-hour it will be foi me, when all yout 
friends come here, like cits at a shilling ordinary, each for his cut. 
Head a little more that way. (Sadly.) I suppose you can't 
sit quiet, madam ; then never mind. Look on thk picture and on 
that ! 

Woff. Meaning, that I am painted as well as my picture. 

Trip. Oh. no, no, no ! but to turn from your face, on which 
the lightning of expression plays continually, to this stony, de- 
testable, dead daub: I could — (seizes palette-knife) miserable 
mockery! vile caricature of life and beauty ! take that ! (Dashes 
the knife through picture.) 

Woff. Oh ! right through my pet dimple ! Hark ! I hear the 
sound of coaches — the hour of critique approaches ! 

Trip. Two coach loads of criticism, and the picture ruined ! 

Woff. (Refecting.) I'll give you a lesson — your palette-knife. 
(Cuts away face of the picture.) 

Trip. There will be Mr. Cibber with his sneering snuff-box ; 
Mr. Quin with his humorous bludgeon ; Mrs. Clive with her tongue ; 
Mr. Snarl with his abuse; and Mr. Soaper with his praise! — but 
I deserve it all ! 

Woff. That green baize — (gets behind easel) fling it over the 
easel — so; and now (showing her f ice through the picture) you 
shall criticise criticism, and learn the true weight of goose's fea- 
thers. (Triplet throws the baize over the picture.) 

Enter l. d. 2 e. Cibber, Clive, Quin, Snarl, and Soaper. 
Triplet bows humbly. They return his salute carelessly. 

Cibber. Ough ! Four pair of stairs! 

Quin. Well, where's the picture ? ( Crossing to r. n. tviih 
Clive. They take up positions to look at it.) 

7 lip. Mrs. Woffington, gentlemjn ! (Triplet removes tin 
baize and suppresses a start.) 

Soap. Ah ! 

Snarl. Umph ! 

Quin. Ho ! 

Clive. Eh » s 



MASKS AND FACES. 43 

Cibler. Ah ! 

Quin. Whose portrait did you say % 

Clive. He, he ! Peg Woftingtou's — it's a pretty head enough, 
and not a bit like Woffington. 

Quin. Nay — compare paint with paint, Kitty — who ever saw 
Woffington's real face 1 

Soap. Now, I call it beautiful*; so smooth, polished, and uniform. 

Snarl. Whereas nature delights in irregular and finely gradu- 
ated surfaces. Your brash is not destitute of a certain crude 
talent, Mr. Triplet, but you are deficient in the <jreat principles of 
Art ; the first of which is a loyal adherence to truth ; beauty itself 
is but one of the forms of truth, and nature is our finite exponent 
of infinite truth* 

Soap. What wonderful criticism ! One quite lo.es oneself 
among such grand words ! 

Cibber. Yes, yes ! proceed, Mr. Snarl. I am of your mind. 

Snarl. Now in nature, a woman's face at this distance, has a 
softness of outline — {dimes back and makes a lorgnette of his two 
hands, the others do the same, ) whereas your work is hard and tea- 
boardy. 

Soap. Well it is a lectle tea-boardy, perhaps. But the light and 
shade, Mr. Snarl! — the — the — what-d'ye-call — the — urn — 
you know — eh 1 

Snarl. Ah ! you mean the chiaroscuro. 

Soap. Exactly ! 

Snarl. The chiaroscuro is all wrong. In nature, the nose in- 
tercepting the light on one side the face, throws a shadow under 
the eye. Caravaggio, the Venetians, and the Bolognesc, do 
particular justice to this — no such shade appears in your por- 
trait. 

Cibber. 'Tis so — stap my vitals ! (All express assent except 

SOAVER.) 

Soap. But my dear Mr. Snarl, if there are no shades, there are 
lights — loads of lights. 

Snarl. There are, only they are impossible. (Superciliously.) 
You have, however, succeeded tolerably in the mechanical parts — 
the dress, for example ; but your Woffington is not a woman, sir — 
nor nature 1 (All shale their heads in assent.) 



44 .MASKS AND FACE3. 

Woff. (c.) "Woman! for she has tricked four men; natural 
for a fluent dunce does not know her when he sees her ! 

Cibber. Why — what the deuce ? 

Clive. Woffington ! 

Quin. Pheugh ! 

Woff. (Steps out of picture.) A pretty face, and not like Wof- 
fington ! I owe you two, Kitty Clive. (Mks. Clive bridles. To 
Quin.) WTio ever saw Peggy's real face? Look at it now if 
you can without blushing. 

All. {Except Snarl.) Ha! ha! 

Snarl. For all this, I maintain on the unalterable rules of art — 

All. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 

Snarl. (Fiercely.) Goths! (Quin an d Cibbek turn up stage 
laughing. ) Good morning, ladies and gentlemen ! 

Cibber. Good morning, Mr. Snarl ! 

Snarl. I have a criticism to write of last night's performance. 
I shall sit on your pictures one day, Mr. Brush. 

Trip. (Crosses to Snarl.) Pictures are not eggs, sir — they 
are not meant to be sat upon. 

Snarl. Come, Soaper ! (Exit l. d. 2 e.) 

Soap. You shall always have my good word, Mr. Triplet. 

2 rip. I will try and not deserve it, Mr. Soaper ! 

Soap. At your service, Mr. Snarl ! (Exit l. d.2e.) 

Cibber. Serve 'em right — a couple of serpents ! or rather one 
boa-constrictor — Soaper slavers, for Snarl to crush. ( Crosses to 
L. ) But we were all too hard on poor Trip : and if he will accept 
my apology — 

Trip. Thank you ! " Colley Cibber's Apology " can be got 
at any book-stall. 

Cibber. Confound his impertinence ! Come along, Jemmy ! 

Quin. If ever you paint my portrait — 

Trip. The bear from Hockley Hole shall sit for the head. 

Quin. Curse his impudence ! Have with you, Mr. Cibber. 
(Exeunt Cibber and Quin, l. d. 2 e.) 

Clive. I did intend to have my face painted, sir, but after 
this — 

Trip. You will continue to do it yourself ! 

Clive. Brute ! 'Exit in a rage, l- d. 2 e.) 



MASKS AXD FACES. 45 

Trip. Did I show a spirit, or did I not, ma'am ? 

Woff. Tremendous ! 

Trip. Did you mark the shot I fired into each as he sheered 
off? 

Woff. Terrific ! 

Trip. I defy them ! the coxcombs ! as for real criticism, 1 in- 
vite it. Yours for instance, or that sweet lady's I met at Mr. 
Vane's, or anybody that appreciates one's beauties. By-the-bye, 
yoi> were not at Mr. Vane's yesterday ? 

Woff. Yes I was ! 

Trip. No ! I came with my verses, but she said you were not 
faere. 

Woff. Who said so ? 

Trip. The charming young lady who helped me vrith her own 
tand to nectar and ambrosia. 

Woff. A young lady 1 

Trip. About twenty-two. 

Woff. In a travelling dress ? 

Trip. Yes — brown hair — blue eyes ! I poured out all to her ; 
— that I expected to find you; that Mr. Vane admired you ; and 
that you were sitting to me for your portrait ; that I lived at 10. 
Hercules Buildings, and should be proud to show her the picture 
for her judgment. 

Woff. You told her all this ? 

Trip. I did. Do you know her 1 

Woff. Yes. 

Trip. Who is she 1 

Woff. Mrs. Vane. 

Trip. Mrs. Vane ! Mi-. Vane's mother ? No — no ! that can'j 
be! 

Woff. Mr. Vane's wife ! 

Trip. Wife ? 

Woff. Yes. 

Trip. Then she wasn't to know you were there * 

Woff. No. 

Trip. Then I let the cat flut of the bag 1 

Woff. Yes. 

Trip And played the devil with their married happiness ? 



'16 MASKS AND FACE9. 

Woff. Probably. (Turns her back on him.) 

Trip. Just my luck ! Oh ! Lord, Lord ! To see what these 
Sue gentlemen are ! ft) have a lawful wife at home, and then to 
come and fall in love with you ! / do it for ever in my plays, it is 
all right there ! — but in real life it is abominable ! 

Woff. You forget, sir, that I am an actress ! — a plaything for 
every profligate who can find the open sesame of the stage-door. 
Fool ! to think there was an honest man in the world, and that he 
had shone on me ! 

Trip. Mrs. Woffington 1 

Woff. But what have we to do (walks agitated) with homes, 
and hearths, and firesides ? Have we not the theatre, its triumphs, 
and full-handed thunders of applause ? Who looks for hearts 
beneath the masks we wear 1 These men applaud us, cajole us, 
swear to us, lie to us, and yet, forsooth, we would have them 
respect us too. 

Trip. (Fiercely.) They shall respect you before James Triplet. 
A great genius like you, so high above them all ! — my benefac- 
tress. ( Whimpers.) 

Woff. (Taking his hand.) I thought this man truer than the 
rest. I did not feel his passion an insult. Oh ! Triplet, I could 
have loved this man — really loved him. 

Trip. Then you don't love him ? 

Woff. Love him ! I hate him, and her, and all the world ! 

Trip. You will break with him then ? 

Woff. Break with him ! No ! I will feed his passion to the 
full — tempt him — torture him — play with him, as the angler 
plays the fish upon his hook ! He shall rue the hour he trifled 
with a heart and brain like mine ! 

Trip. But his poor wife ? 

Woff. His wife ! and are wives' hearts the only hearts that 
throb, and feel, and break 1 His wife must take care of herself, it 
is not from me that mercy can come to her. 

Trip. But, madam. (A knock at door l. 2 e.) Who's this at 
such a moment. (He goes to the ivindoio in flat.) 'Tisaladj'! Eh 
cloaked and hooded. Who can she be ? Perhaps a sitter ! My 
new profession has transpir* d ! (A tap at room-door l. d. 2 e.) 



MASKS AND FACES. 41 

Enter a slatternly Servant, ivho hands a paper. 

Serv. From a lady who waits below. 

Trip. (Reads and drops the paper.) " Mabel Vane ! " 

Woff. His wife here ! (2b servant.) Show the lady up stairs ! 

(Exit Servant, l. d. 2 e.) 
What does she come here for ? 

Trip. I don't know, and I wish to heaven she had stayed away . 
You will retire, of course you will retire ? 

Woff. No, sir ! I will know why she comes to you. (Reflects, 
enters the picture again.) Keep it from me if you can ! (Triplet 
sinks into a chair, the picture of consternation.) 

Trip. ( With a ghastly smile, goiny very slowly toicards the door.) I 
am going to be in the company of the two loveliest women in Eng- 
land ; I would rather be between a lion and a unicorn — like the 
royal arms. (^1 tap at the door, l. 2 e.) 

Enter Mabel Vane, l. d. 2 e. in hood and cloak, a mask in her hand. 

Trip. Madam ! 

Mabel. ( Crosses to e. hastily.) See first that I am not followed ; 
that man who pursued me from my husband's house, — look out. 

Trip. (Looking through window.) Sir Charles Pomander ! — he 
examines the house — his hand is on the knocker — no ! he re- 
tires ! (He rids her of her hood, mantle, mask, $-c.) 

Mabel. I breathe again. (Hastily.) Mr. Triplet, you said I 
might command your services. 

Trip. (Bows.) 

Mabel. You know this actress you spoke of to-day, Mrs. "Wof- 
fington 1 

Trip. (Aside.) Curse it, ! I am honored by her acquaintance, 
madam ! 

Mabel. You will take me to her to the theatre where she acts 1 

Trip. But consider, madam ! 

Mabel. You must not refuse me. 

Trip. But what can be the use of it t 

Mabel. I am sure you are true and honest — I will trust you. 
(Trip, bows.) When you saw me yesterday, I was the happiest 



48 MASKS AND FACES. 

woman in the world, for I love my husband ; and I thought then 
he loved me as he usol to do. Two days ago I left our country 
home — I vc;;rned to be by my husband's side; I counted tho 
hours of the journey, the miles, the yards of the road — I reached 
his house at last — to find that the heart, on which I had so longed 
to rest my head, was mine no longer. 

Trip. Foer thi jg ! poor thing ! 

Mabel. And she who held my place, was the woman — the 
actress you so praised to me ; and now you pity me, do you not ; 
and will not refuse my request 1 

Trip. But be advised ; — do not think of seeking Mrs. Woffing- 
ton ; she has a good heart, but a fiery temper ; besides good 
heavens ! you two ladies are rivals. Ilave you read the Rival 
Queens, madam 1 

Mabel. 1 will cry to her for justice and mercy; — I never saw 
a kinder face than this lady's — she must be good and noble! 

Trip. She is ! I know a family she saved from starvation and 
despair. 

Mabel. (Seeing Woff. in the picture.) Ah! she is there! see! 
see ! (She approaches the easel.') 

Trip. (Interposing.) Oh, my portrait! you must not go near 
that, the colors are wet ! 

Mabel. Oh, that she were here, as this wonderful portrait is ; 
and then how I would plead to her for my husband's heart ! (She 
addresses the supposed picture.) Oh, give him back to me ! what is 
one more heart to you 'i you are so rich, and I am so poor, that 
without his love I have nothing ; but must sit me down and ciy till 
my heart breaks — give him back to me, beautiful, terrible woman ; 
for with all your gifts you cannot love him as his poor Mabel does. 
Oh, give him back to me — and I will love you and kiss your feet, 
and pray for you till my dying day. (Kneels to her and sobs.) Ah ! 
— a tear! it is alive ! (Runs to Tkipi^et and hides her head.) I 
am frightened ! I am frightened ! 

(Woffingtox steps out of frame and stands icith one hand on her 
brow, in a half-despairing attitude. She leaves I er hand ti 
Triplet to retire- — Mabel stands trembling.) 

Woff. We would be alone. 

Trip. (In t,onsternatjon.) But, Mrs WoSngton, but ladies ! 



MASKS AKD FACES. 49 

Woff. Leave us ! 

Trip. I will retire into my sleeping apartment. (Retires into 
inner room, r. h. 2 e. and puts out his head.) Be composed, ladies. 
Neither of you could help it. 

Woff". Leave us, I say ! i(IIe vanishes suddenly. A long uneasy 
pause.) 

Woff. ( With forced coldness.) At least, madam, do me the jus- 
tice to believe I did not know Mr. Vane was married. 

Mabel. I am sure of it — I feel you are as good as you are 
gifted. 

Woff. Mrs. Vane, I am not — yon deceive yourself. 

Mabel. Then, Heaven have mercy on me ! but you are — I see 
it in your face, ah! you know you pity me ! 

Woff. I do, madam — and I could consent never more to see 
your — Mr. Vane. 

Mabel. Ah ! but will you give me back his heart ? What will 
his presence be to me if his love remain behind 1 

Woff. But, how, madam ? 

Mabel. The magnet can repel as well as attract — you who can 
enchant — can you not break your own spell ? 

Woff You ask much of me ! 

Maltel. Alas, I do ! 

Woff. But I could do even this. 

Mabel. You could ! 

Woff. And perhaps if you — who have not only touched my 
heart, but won my respect, say to me — " do so," I shall do it. 
(Mabel clasps her hands.) There is only one ways-but that way 
is simple. Mr. Vane thinks better of me than I deserve — I have 
only to make him (with a trembling lip,) believe me worse than I 
am, and he will return to you, and love you better, far better, for 
having known, admired, and despised Peg Woffington. 

Mabel. Oh! I shall bless you every hour of my life. (Pause.) 
But rob you of your good name ! bid a woman soil her forehead 
so for me ! (Sighs, long pause.) With Heaven's help I do refuse 
your offer ; it is better I should die with my heart crushed, but 
my conscience unstained ; for so my humble life has passed till 
now. 

Woff. Humble ' sucn as you are the diamonds of the world ! ! ! 
5 



50 MASKS AND FACE3. 

Angel of truth and goodness, you have conquered ! The poor 
heart we both overrate shall be your's again. In my hands 'tis 
painted glass at best — but set in the lustre of your love, it may 
become a priceless jewel. Can you trust me 1 

Mabel. With my life ! , 

Woff. And will you let me call you friend 3 

Mabel. Friend ! no — not friend ! 

Woff. Alas ! 

Mabel. Let me call you siste«? I have no sister ! ( Timidly and 
pleadingly.) 

Woff. Sister! oh, yes ! call me sister ! (Tfiey embrace.) You 
do not know what it is to me, whom the proud ones of the world 
pass by with averted looks, to hear that sacred name from lips as 
pure as yours. Let me hold you in my arms — so — a little 
while — if you knew the good it does me to feel your heart beating 
ilcse to mine; (pause) and now to bring back this truant — how 
this heart flutters — you must compose yourself. ( Goes to door r. 2 
e. leading to inner room and opens it.) And I have need to be alone 
awhile. (Puts her in, comes forward and sits a moment with her hands 
pressed over her forehead.) 'Twas a terrible wrench — but 'tis over; 
and now — "about my brains," as Hamlet says — to bring back 
the husband to his duty — what a strange office for a woman bike 
me ! How little the world knows about us after all. ( She sighs 
and sobs convulsively.) I ought to feel very happy — pshaw! On 
with the mask and spangles, Peggy — and away with the fumes 
of this pleasant day-dream — how to bring Pomander hither ? 
Let me see — tWs paper — (takes paper Mabel sent up) signed in 
her hand ; Mabel Vane — what if by its aid — I have it — pen — 
ink — one never can find writing materials in ail author's room- 
( Goes to door and calls.) Triplet ! 

Enter Triplet from inner room r. 2 e. 

Pens and ink — quick ! 

Trip. (Gete them, looking at her.) Here, madam — and paper T 
Woff. No, I have that here. (She uTi'tes — he watches her.) 
Trip. Her eyes are red — and Mrs. Vane all of a flutter inside. 
There's been a storm — but they haven't torn each other in pieces, 
that's one comfort. But has she relented, I wonder. 



MASKS AND FACES. 51. 

Waff. Triplet ! This note to Sir Charles Pomander. 

Trip. Madam ! ( Takes it. ) What is it, I wonder ? However, 
'*m not my business. {Going — pauses.) But it is my business — 
I'm not a postman — if I carry letters I ought to know the con- 
tents. (Returns.) Madam — 

Woff. Well ! 

Trip. Madam — I — I — 

Woff. I see — you wish to know the contents of that letter — 
hear them : " Follow the bearer." 

Trip. Madam ! 

Woff. {Reads.) I am here without my husband's knowledge. 

Trip. Mrs. Woffington ! ' 

Woff. (Reads.) Alone and unprotected — signed "Mabel 
Vane." 

Trip. Her own signature, too ! Mrs. Woffington — you are a 
great actress — you have been cruelly wronged — you have saved 
me from despair, and my children from starvation ; but before I will 
carry that letter, I will have my hands hacked off at the wrists. 

Woff. {Aside.) What a good creature this is. Then you re- 
fuse to obey my orders. 

Trip. No ! no ! ask me to jump out of that window — to burn 
my favorite tragedy — to forswear pen and ink fo.* ever — any- 
thing but carry that letter, and I will do it. 

Woff. Well — leave the letter! (Triplet runs for his hat.) 
Where are you going ? 

Trip. To bring the husband to his wife's feet — and so to save 
one angel — that's the lady in the other room — from despair; 
and another angel — that's you, from a great crime. Trust poor 
Zemmj Triplet for once to bring this domestic drama to a happy 
denouement! (Exit l. d. 2 e.) 

Woff". How innocently he helps my plot ! I must have all the 
puppets under my hand. If I know Sir Charles, he is still on the 
watch. {Goes to window in flat.) Yes ! (Goes to inner door 2 e. e.) 
Here — your eldest boy, Mrs. Triplet ; I want him. 

Enter Ltsimacjius b. 2 E. 

Lysimachus, you see that gentleman, run down — give him thil 



52 MASKS AND FACES. 

letter — ami the*" s"iow him up here. (Exit Lysimachtts e. 2 E., 
And now Mrs. Vane's maitle, the hood well forward — so — we 
are nearly of a height — he does not know I am here — if I can 
but imitate her voice and rustic shyness — allons, Peggy, 'tis sel- 
dom you acted in so s^ood a cause. (She assumes Ute air of Ma8. 
Vane.) 

Enter Pomander l. d. 2 e. Woffington appears sunk in 
grief — he comes forward — she starts and gives a little shriek. 

Pom. My dear Mrs. Vane. {She shrinks.) Do not be alarm- 
ed — loveliness neglected, and simplicity deceived, give irresistible 
claims to respect as well as adoration. Had fate given me this 
hand. (He takes her hand.) 

Woff. Oh, please, sir ! 

Pom. Would I have abandoned it for that of a Woffington — 
as artificial and hollow a jade as ever winked at a side-box. 
Oh, bad I been your busband, madam — bow would I have re- 
velled in the pastoral pleasures you so sweetly recalled yesterday — 
the Barbary mare — 

Woff. (Timidly.) Hen! 

Pom. Ah, yes, the Barbary hen ; and old dame — dame — 

Woff. Best, please, sir ! 

Pom. Yes, best — that happy though elderly female for whom 
you have condescended to make puddings. 

Woff. Alas, sir ! 

Pom. You sigh ! It is not yet too late to convert me. Upon 
this white hand I swear to become your pupil, as I am your 
adorer. (He kisses it.) Let me thus fetter it with a worthy mana- 
cle. (Aside.) What will innocence say to my five hundred guinea 
diamond ? 

Woff. La, sir ! how pretty ! 

Pom. Let me show how poor its lustre is to that of your eyes 
(He tries to draw back her hood.) 

Woff. Oh, sir — hark ! (She suddenly stai-ts away, and listens x'jv 
an attitudf of alarm.) 

Pom. Ah! (Noiss without 2 e. l.) Footsteps on the stairsl 
( Goes to door r. e. l. and opens it, listening.) 



MASKS AND PACES. 53 

Vane. (Without.) Another flight ! 

Pom. Ha! Vane's voice, by all -.1 £ t's mii-a-propos — (Wof* 
FINGTCN screams and rushes into inner apartment 2 E. R.) and now 
for Monsieur le raari. (Triplet appears at the door 2 e. l. h. 
with his back to the stage and speaking cff\ 

Trip. Have a care, sir ! There is a hiatus in the fourth step — 
and now for the friend who waits to forget grief and suspicion \a 
your arras — that friend is — 

Enter Vane, d. 2 e. l. Triplet turns round and recognises Po- 
mander, who is on r. n. 

The Devil! 

Pom. You flatter me ! 

Vane. So this is the mysterious rencontre — pray, Sir Charles, 
what is it you want to forget in my arms ? 

Pom. In your arms! {Aside.) Confounds himself with his wife, 
Perhaps you had better explain, my friend f 

Trip. Nay, sir — be yours the pleasing duty ! 

Vane. In one word, Sir Charles Pomander, why are you here ? 
and for what purpose am I sent for 1 

Pom. In two words, my dear fellow, I don't choose to tell yon 
why I am here — and 'twas not I who sent for you. 

Vane. (To Triplet.) Speak, sirrah — your riddling message! 

Trip. There's nothing for it but the truth. Then, sir — the 
f ri nd I expected you would find here was Mrs. 

1 a. {To Triplet.) Stop, my deplorable-looking friend: 
(to Vane ) when the answer to such a question begins with a mis- 
tress, I think you had better not inquire further. (To Trip.) 
Don't complete the name. 

Vane. I command you to complete it, or — 

Trip. Gentlemen, gentlemen, how am I to satisfy both of 
you ? 

Pom. My dear Vane, remember it is a lady's secret — the only 
thing in the world one is bound to keep, except one's temper, 
which by-the-bye, you're losing rapidly. 

Vane. (Aside.) He spoke of griefs and suspicions to be forgiven 
and forgotten. Mabel has left mv house. ( Crosses to c.) Sir 
5* 



54 MA9K5 AND FACES 

Charles Pomander, I insist on knowing who tins 'a.v\ is If it k 
as I fear, I have the best right to ask. 

Pom. But the worst right to be a swered. 
Vane. How am I to construe this tone, sir ? 
Pom. Do as we did at school with a troublesome passage — 
don't construe it at all. 

Vane. Sir Charles Pomander, you are impertinent. 
Pom. My dear Vane, you are in a passion. 
Vane. By heaven, sir — 

Trip. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I give you my word, Mr. Vane, 
she does not know of Sir Charles Pomander's presence here. 
Vane. She ? s'death, who ? 
Trip. Mrs. Vane ! 

Vane. My wife — here and with him ? 
Trip. No — not with him ! 

Pom. I regret to contradict you, my dilapidated friend, or I j 
hurt you, my dear Vane ; but really, in self-defence — you know 
this signature. {Offers paper written by Woffington.) 
Vane. Mabel's hand ! 

Pom. Yes — what my attentions began, your little peccadh': j* 
finished — cause and effect, my dear fellow — pure cause at,.l 
effect. 

Vane. Coxcomb and slanderer ! draw and defend yjmfssl*. 
(Draws.') — — 

Pom. If you will have it! (Draws.) 
Trip. (Throwing himself between them.) Hold ! hold ! 
(Woffington suddenly presents herself at the threshold of the dr^r 
2 E. R. H. her hood is drawn over her face.) 
Trip, Mrs. Vane ! 

Vane. Mabel ! wife ! say that this is not true — that you were 
lured by stratagem. Oh, speak ! belie this coxcomb ! You knovv 
how bitterly I repented the infatuation that brought me tc the fe r c 
of another. 

(Woffington bursts into a lauc/h, and throw jack the hood,'* 
Pom. Woffington ! 
Vane. She here ! 

Woff. There, Sir Charles, did I not wager he would confess hi 
was heartily ashamed of himself 1 ( Crosses to e.) 



MASKS AND FACES, 6ft 

Trip. (Aside.) I have a glimmer of comprehension. 
Woff. Yes — we have had our laugh — and Mr. Vane his 
lesson ; as for Mrs. Vane — this way, madam, and satisfy yourself. 

Mabel enters v. r. 2 e. 

Mabel. Ernest — dear Ernest ! 
Vane. {Sternly.) Mabel, how came you here 2 
Woff. In such very questionable company as a town rake and 
a profane stage-player 1 Mrs. Vane might have asked the same 
question yesterday. Why Mrs. Vane somehow fancied you had 
mislaid your heart in Covent Garden green-room, and that I had 
feloniously appropriated it ; she came here, in search of stolen 
goods — would you could rummage here, madam, and satisfy 
yourself if you still want proof, that I have no such thing as a 
heart about me — not even one of my own. 

Trip. I deny that — a better heart than Mrs. Woffington's — • 
Woff. What on earth do you know about it, man ? 
Vane. (7b Mabel.) But this letter? 

Woff. Was written by me on a paper which by accident bore 
Mrs. Vane's signature. The fact is, I had a wager with Sir 
Charles here — his diamond ring against my left-hand glove — that 
I could bewitch a certain country gentleman's imagination, though 
his heart all the while belonged to its rightful owner, and I have 
won. (Sighs.) 

Vane. What a dupe I have been — am I enough humiliated t 
Pom. Ha ! ha ! ha ! My poor fellow, you had better return to 
Huntingdonshire, and leave town and the players to us, who know 
how to deal with them. 

Woff. And are quite safe against being taken in — eh! Sir 
Charles q I Points to ring on her finger.) 

Pom. Oh, perfectly — we know each other's cards — retain that 
ring as a mark of my — (Woff. holds up her finger) respect ! 

Woff. No, no — I accept your ring ; but I shall always hate 
ycu. 

Pom. I welcome the sentiment — I can endure anything but 
your indifference. 

Vane. Ana you, Mabel, will you forgive my infatuation ? 



S6 MASKS AND FACES. 

Mabel. I forgive all, Ernest. (Crosses to Woefingiox, aside 
to her.) What do we not owe you sister 1 

Woff. Nothing that word does not pay for. (Aside.) Alas 1 
and so ends the game. You and I have the tricks, 1 think, Si* 
Charles — Mrs. Vane the honors. — Mr. Vane will quit hazard and 
the clubs for Willoughby Manor and the doublo dummy of a 
matrimonial rubber. As for me, I revoke my lead of hearts. 

Pom. After taking my ace of diamonds ! 

Trip. And poor Jemmy Triplet I suppose must once again 
take up his solitary hand at patience. 

Woff. Unless Manager Rich is fool enough to accept my 
judgment for gospel — and then — but whom have we here ? 

Enter d. 2 e. l. h. Cibber, Quin, Mrs. Clive, Snarl, and 
Soaper. Snarl and Soaper cross behind to r. h. 

Gibber. Ah! Mrs. Vane — Mr. Vane — Sir Charles — Peggy 
— Bonjour, Mesdames et Messieurs — Mr. Triplet, I congratulate 
you — stap my vitals! 

Trip. Congratulate me ! 

Clive. Yes — Quin here, who's a good natured bear, declares 
we behaved shamefully to you to-day, and so as Mr. Rich has just 
told us of your good fortune — 

Trip. My good fortune ! there must be some mistake. You've 
come to the wrong house. 

Quin. No ; you have a prospect henceforward of dining every 
day of your life. 'Tis a great comfort, and I wish you appetite to 
enjoy it, Mr. Triplet. 

Trip. Am I awake 1 Pinch me, somebody — (Woffington 
pinches him) — thank you — I am awake. 

Gibber. Manager Rich, thanks to Peggy's influence here, and 
a good word or two from one who shall be nameless, has accepted 
one of your tragedies. . 

Trip. Oh, Lord 1 

Soap. He ! he ! I give you joy, Mr. Triplet ; Mr. Snarl and 
I are so glad, for as Mr. Snarl said to me, as we left your studio 
this morning, " I do so wish they'd play one of Mr. Triplet's 
tragedies." 



MASKS XSV FACES. 5? 

Snarl That I might have the pleasure of criticising it. Mr. 
Ricn did me the honor to ask which of the three we should accept— 
I told him, the shortest. 

Clive. You'll be pleased to hear, Mrs. Woffington, there's a 
capital part for me. (Aside.) Now she could knock me down, I 
kno w. 

Trip. One of my tragedies accepted at last ! Oh, gracious 
goodness ! Break it gently to my wife — I know I'm dreaming, 
but prithee don't anybody wake me. Oh, Mrs. Woffington — my 
guardian angel — my preserver ! ( Seizes her hand. ) 

Woff. No, no — we had better wait, and see on which act of 
your tragedy the curtain falls. 

Trip. All ! I forgot that. 

Mabel. I need not wait to express my gratitude — say in what 
way can I ever thank you 1 

Woff. Dear sister, when hereafter in your home of peace you 
hear harsh sentence passed on us, whose lot is admiration, but 
rarely love, triumph but never tranquility — think sometimes of 
poor Peg Woffington, and say, stage masks may cover honest 
faces, and hearts beat true beneath a tinselled robe. 

Nor ours the sole gay masks that hide a face 
Where care and tears have left their withering trace, 
On the world's stage, as in our mimic art, 
We oft confound the actor with the part. 

Pom. Distrust appearances — an obvious moral — 
With which, however, I've no time to quarrel ; 
Though for my part, I've found, the winning riders 
In the world's race are often the outsiders. 

Vane. So I have played at love — witched from my will. 

Mabel. My love was always Ernest, and is still. 

Cibber Pshaw! stap my vitals ! "Manners make the man," 
They have made me ! 

Snarl. 'T is about all they can ! 

Soap. Yes ; Mr. Cibber's epitaph shall be, 
He played Lord Foppington at seventy-three. 

Clive. I'm for plain speaking — let the truth be shown — 

Snarl. Truth's in a well — best leave that well alone — 



IS MASKS AND FACES. 

Quin. Its bitter waters why should you uncork ? 
No ; play like me — an honest knife and fork. 

Trip. That part would be well played by many a poet, 
Had he the practice one must have, to know it, 
But 'tis the verdict by the public past, 
Must sentence scribblers or to feast or fast. 
Be kind to-night : in triplet tone I sue, 
As actor, manager, and author too. 

Pom. Mind lhat for sentence when they call the cause o-», 
You've at least one Peg here — to hang applause on. 

Woff. Yes ; sure those kind eyes and bright smiles one traces 
Are not deceptive masks — but honest faces. 
I'd swear it — but if your hands make it certain. 
Then all is right on both sides of the curtain. 



SITUATIONS. 



"woffington. 
Vane. Triplet. 

Mrs.Vane. Cibber. 

Sir Cuas. Mrs. Cute. 

Soaper. Quia. 

tJKARL. 



B. H. 



IHI IIO. 



MASKS AND FACES. 59 



COSTUME. 



Sir diaries. — Scarlet square cut coat, gold holes; amber silk 
breeches; rich, long vest; white silk stockings, drawn over the 
knee; black shoes with high red heels; diamond buckles; small three- 
cornered hat, fringed with feathers; long flaxen wig, tied in large 
queue at back ; ruffles ; dress steel sword, and stick. Second Dres$. 
Amber silk embroidered square cut coat, (for Scene 2) rest of dress 
as Scene 1. 

Ernest Vane. — Bright plum silk velvet square cut coat, and breech- 
es; long white satin vest, gold holes to the suit; white silk stock 
ings, drawn over the knee; black shoes, with high red heels, diamond 
buckles; small three cornered hat, fiinged with feathers; long brown 
wig, tied in a large queue at back; ruffles; dress steel sword, and 
stick. 

Colley .Cibber. — Light brown square coat and breeches ; rose colored 
vest; white silk stockings, drawn over the knees; black shoes, with 
high red heels, diamond buckles; small three-cornered hat, fringed 
■with feathers; white powdered bag wig; ruffles, and dress steel 
sword. (A mild edition of his own Lord Foppington.) Sallow face, 
de^ribed as of wash leather. 

Quin. — Fawn square cut coat and breeches; rose colored vest; 
white eilk stockings, drawn over the knee; black shoes, high red 
heels, diamond buckles; small three-cornered hat, fringed with feath- 
ers; powdered bag wig; ruffles, and dress steel sword. 

Triplet. — Black square cut coat and breeches; dark vest; gray 
stockings; black shoes and buckles; three-cornered hat; brown wig, 
with large queue tied at back, (dressed seedy;) a hole under the arm 
at coat. 

Lysimachus. — Dark square cut coat and breeches ; dark vest and 
stockings; black shoes, (dressed seedy.) 

Mr. Snarl. — Dark blue square cut coat, and breeches, small silver 
holes; embroidered vest; appointments same as Colley Cibber. 

Mr. Soaper. — Green square cut coat and breeches; gold hole*; 
embroidered vest; appointments same as Snarl. 



80 JtASitS AllD FAOfr.S. 

James Burdock. — Square cut livery coat, breoehes and vest; ©13 
fashioned boots; old man's silver-haired wig. 

Colander. — Black velvet square cut coat and breeches; embroid- 
ered vest; silk stockings; black shoes and buckles; bag wig; patches 
on face; well appointed in the height of fashion, no sword. 

Handsdon. — Rich square cut livery buttoned up the front; breeches, 
buff belt and buckle; high black boots and shins; three-cornered hat 
and bag wig. 

Call Boy. — Plain square cut coat, breeches ; stockings, shoes, and 
bag wig. 

Pvmpey. — Turkish trowsers; crimson Jacket, and fly trimmed 
with gold lace; red slippers; turban; blackface and black wigj 
page after Hogarth's marriage a La Mode. 

Mrs. Vane. — First Dress. Travelling green skirt and cardinal. 
Second Dress. Plain silk brocade, full at hips, not hooped ; short 
sleeves laced; caned hood and cape; (black silk) called cardinal. 

Peg. — First Dress. Rich silk dress, pearl white, with flowers and 
sprig embroidered; neck and arms bare. Secona Dress. Handsome 
dinner dress, same period. Third Dress. Walking dress, with black 
cardinal. 

Kilty Clive. — Gaudy dress, same period, stripe damask. 

Mrs. Triplet. — Shally dress, same period. 

Roxalana. — Shally dress (child), same period 

Maid. — Shally dress. 



Period, 1750. Eeign of George Third. 4 

The young men wore their own hair long and tied up in a queue be. 
hind. The elder retained the powdered wig. 

The ladies, wore their hair completely thrown back, and tied at 
back in a arge broad queue. 

The above dresses are from prints of the time, in the possession of 
Alfred Howell, Esq., Costumer of the Boston Theatre. 



A Glorious Change. 



Medical treatment has been revolutionized. The Drastie 
purgatives with which it was the fashion to scour the system 
for every ailment, twenty years ago, have been abandoned. 
At last the discovery has been made that RENOVATION, NOT 
PROSTRATION, IS THE TRUE MEDICAL PHILOSOPHY. 
The introduction of PL ANT A TION BITTERS opened 
the eyes of the world to this great fact. The life-sustaining 
principle embodied in this great Vegetable Restorative is 
manifested in the weak and desponding by an immediate and 
most encouraging change. A pleasant glow, the precursor of 
returning health, is diffused through the system, and every 
day the invalid is conscious of a new accession of vital power. 
If the appetite has failed, it is quickened ; if digestion has 
been painful and imperfect, it becomes easy and thorough; 
if the liver is torpid, it is roused and regulated , if the nerves 
are relaxed, they are strengthened and restrung; if the brain 
has been haunted by morbid fancies, they are put to flight, 
and hope and cheerfulness return. The old practice was to 
convulse, and rack, and strain the feeble patient with power- 
ful cathartics. It was like clubbing a man after he was down./ 
Happily, this false and fatal mode of treatment no longer 
finds favor with the enlightened members of the faculty. In 
the face of the extraordinary cures of general debility, dys- 
pepsia, biliousness, constipation and mental despondency, 
wrought by Plantation Bitters, no practitioner, not in league 
with death and the undertaker, could persist in it. The 
terrible evacnents which wore once prescribed as Spring and 
Summer Medicines, have utterly lost their prestige. The 
sick will not take them-and Plantation Bitters, in which are 
combined the elements of a stomachic, an invigorant, a mild 
laxative, a nervine, and an anti-bilious specific, reigns in 
their stead. Plantation Bitters are sold by all respectable 
Druggists in the United States. 



THE NEW FOOD. 



Office of the BAND SEA MOSS FARINE CO., » 
No. 53 Pake Place. f 

In order that the public may be as fully informed as possible, in regard to 
the Sea Moss Farine, we submit as much information of its worth and merit 
as space will admit. It is exceedingly gratifying to the Company to know that 
their efforts to place a really good article of food in the market is so fully 
appreciated ; and we trust that in the future, as well as in the past, we may 
continue to merit the appreciation of all. 



[From the Weekly Tribune of Dec. 15, 1869.] 
AMERICAN INSTITUTE FARMERS' CLUB, 

Session of December 7, 1869, held at Cooler Union. Alderman Nathan 0. Ely 

in the chair, John W. Chambers, Secretary. The first subject introduced was — 

"A. 3NTE-W- ARTICLE OF FOOE." 

The "ex-Mayor of Boston," Hon. J. V. C. Smith, M. D.. distributed some 
parcels of Sea Moss Fabine which he said is offered to the public as the most 
nutritive, delicious and cheap article of its class ever manuiaetured in this 
country or in Europe. The ex-Mayor gave a lengthened professiona evidence 
in tavor of the preparation, and detailed like opinions of medical gentlemen in 
Europe. 

To ascertain if these claims are well founded, the following ladies — who 
are distinguished for theirintelligence and social position, and as acting under 
the authority of the Institute — were appointed a Committee to examine it and 
report : Mrs. L. E. Lyman, Mrs. J. W. Chambers, Mrs. D. T. Conner, Mrs. D. 
B. Bruen and Mrs. M. J. Cushing, M. D. 

[Fromthe Weekly Tribune, Dec. 22, 1869.] 
AMERICAN INSTITUTE FARMERS' CLUB, 
Session of Tuesday, ^c. 21, 1869, held at Cooper Union. Nathan C. Ely, Chair- 
man ; John W. Chambers, Secretary. 

Report on the New Article of Food — Sea Moss Farine. 

The Committee of Ladies, Mrs. Lyman, Mrs. Chambers and others, re- 
quested to report on Carrageen, or Irish Moss (from which Sea Moss Farine is 
manufactured), as a dish for the table, finds that the substance grows on rocks 
and stones on the sea-coasts of Europe, and in peculiar abundance on the Atlan- 
tic coast oi Ireland, where itis chiefly gathered. It is said to be a native of the 
United States, and is found in limited quantities on the coast of Massachusetts. 
It is picked from the rocks at low tide. After being washed, it i3 dried in the 
sun. Chemists and doctors who have analyzed it, find it is nutritive and 
demulcent ; and, being easy of digestion, it forms a useful article of dietas a 
substitute for grain foods, and is particularly recommended in chronic pectoral 
affections, scrofulous complaints, dysentery, diarrhea, &c. Carrageen is very 
gelatinous, and very valuable as food. Itis recognized as superior to all orders 
of moss as demulcent, and in its nutritive qualities. It is said that Napoleon 
Bonaparte said to Dr. O'Meara, at St Helena, that it was employed as an article 
of diet by physicians in Corsica, in the treatment of tumors and cancers, on 
account of the iodine it contains. It is used in England and France as a light 
*iid nourishing artiele of food. 



A NT5W FOOD SOURCE. 



.hells, fcc, and very saUne ^^^^ 9 v6ry easy to prepare whea 
la very troublesome to the house K< Kspei . "" "V u ; fl ' t thoroughly washed 
made from Sea Moss Fartne. By tins iproce m, «» ^ Dy hand and 

and deprived of its extreme ■£■}«*"*•. It ] ai ^J n , maC hines, by which 
desiccated, after which it passes t h ongh m™™^ concentrated condition 
it is cleaned perfectly, and reJ ; ^.^^Sr. a packet of Com Starch, 
without being deprived ^"^aRd make^combined with milk, without 
Maizena or Farina costs 16c. at retail, a aa: a »■'£■• Pudd t u g, while Sea Moss 
eggs, only from four to six quarts. of Blano Mange ^ua ^ 0ommMee are 
fSunb, costing 25o.. will produce full ^ «™J ^ tor youn g children 

■^J^^?sMf^^sSSs* • ™ i - bi » addiuon to arucleg 

more generally known and widely used. 

MRS. L.E.lImSW of the .Agricultural Editor of 



Mr*. N cklMBEBS, (wife" of the Secretary of the 

American Institute. ) 
Mrs D T. CONNER. 5-Mile Bun, N. J. 

K U^SSK« -t 4 0th St.. N. *. 

A.STOB HOUSE, New York, Jan., 1870. 
Rahd Sea Moss Famnb Co : f j, Mos9 Fa rine at your earnest 

fenfemen : We common^ _ tUo » 8 ^ ^'uv faith in it, from the fact that 
solicitation, but very reluctantlj and ^witno i almost e 

so mauv new articles of food aro daily oaerea, an u not only 

to be utterly worthless We a« very ha PPJ t - say thai y^^ ^ 
proved an exception, but is a «c«> < • «x . i ^ twQ reaS ons: >r«t. 

Brooklvn, N.Y.. Sept. 13, 1869. 

My Dear nana: I^e 8 u r «y^**^ J™£5 
cabinet." and the decision is ^d« | > ^orable . nq fl £ vor _ jU8 t a hint 

sanguine expectations. There is a slight mo^' - uked u the children 

of the ocean-in it, which) i ra e and debghttuL iy ^ ^ t 

^p£±^ 

iU P Your friend and brother 

,. HYATT p SMITH. ^ ^ ^ j^ Cauroh> 

PAEKEB HOUSE, Bosxos, Jan. 25, 1870. 3 

S.S'de'S Si e K'. a &w°S£ a i».U ofkour.. .*» m- *o„ 

the crude moss. n . , t ,„ nrenared by you) far superior and 

We very cordially recommend it (as prepareu SLi: ne ' or any Uke article 
much cheaper than Corn Starch, Maizena ^rin^Ge *to ae oi ^ ^ 

fofilanc Mange, Creams, Puddings Charlotte Russe £c ^ thiaj 

Us delicate and elegant appearance on t^b-e^na ^ ^ mmion8 rf 

well-known healthfiduess and delicious navor wm v 
S3? Respectfully yours, fi D pABKEB & w , ; 






A NEW FOOD SOURCE. 



I^Km.T^ 

Physical Education/author of "WakLnn^E % OXm ? LacUes ' Seminary fot 

Band Sea Moss Farine Co. : * ? Beacon Street, Boston, January 25, 1870. 
My wife says that your new nrenarpH™, . o 

W ^eK^e ; K^'*^^^4^- Farine '" " "'* 

m > r '^*.<w^^to K O veSS5uS r vS S '' testimon y, when I add that 

j j^uio. pjQ LEWIS. 



DIO LEWIS. 
FROM ^HE PRESS. 



S j4.f rcssr„; ^t^air tar M «»»»« *— . 

me. it itoit, ti,,ti t „ ,„„ „ , v ;, » « ' «, wliile every houseteeper «£ 

TO 1 !' deUcate, nutritious, harSs ~ f ll ^ U8e by the ^valid iTfs 
furnished for one-third to one half ?VffH a l and economical, as it can h* 
•ftc for all of which it is more than a °1m^? Starcb " Maizena FaSna 
trouble, and will always he -mod [ Trv^ ■ « ,^ bstltute - " is made up without 
in xts nae—Irukpencknt. ° Tl> rf ' aud our word f °r it, you will continue 

Mos J^fnTand '££ ^»£t^ «? ^ made from the gea 
consider Mr. Rand's discovery , huM he recl P es 'or many of them wt 

-deed for all classes of S£ 1^^^^^ to ^»f -, ^ 

«to5S^SS^'S^:;^ of *»» »**»* i 8 in eating if" and 
Pudding, Custard. Cream X • otte 1 usse o°,- haS °T eateD 0f a ^c Mange* 
this marine Godsend, will deny it* claim t„ 7 ° ther deIicac >' Prepared with 
the period—Triune. J CIaim to rank am ong the table luxuries of 

«^SJaSR#3S^ai5r -ercome-experiniental science 
centrated, and rendered ' « a b oiute n\uv T^ nd Irish Mo88 > P'.rifled con 
be quoted as a food sUple iftKSSSS M^JSSV™ 1""^ 

to place what we believe totaSASW tWs arti ^ ^as beef 
nothing more, nothing les S ._^ 3«m^ g lm P°rtaace. in its true light" 



Jg&y SESD POK A ^fi\V DEStRIP T I VlE. C ATALOGUE, 



VOL. XL1. 

321 The Pirate's Legacy 

322 The Charcoal Burner 
3-3 Adelgitba 

32-1 S'jnor Valiente 

325 Forest Rose 

326 Duke's Daughter 

327 Camilla's Husband 

328 Pure Gold 



(Catalogue continued from second page of cover.) 
VOL. XCII. VOL. M. III. 

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330 Fool's Revenge 333 Dead Heart 

331 O'Neil tire Great 33'J Ten Nights in a liar-room 
340 Dumb Boy of Manchester 

311 BelphegortheMountebank 

312 Cricket on the Heanh 

313 Printer's Devil 
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332 Haudv Andy 

333 Pirate of the Isles 

334 Fanchon 

335 Utile Earerojt 

336 Wild Irish Girl 



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tion of Petite Comedies, Dramas and Farces, 
adapted for the use of Schools and Families. Two 

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The two numbers, bound in cloth, School style 76 

THE OLIO; or Speaker's Companion. A col- 
lection of Recitations in Prose and Verse, Dia- 
logues and Burlesques, compiled for the use of 
Schools, Thespian Societies, etc., and for Publio 
Declamation or Reading. In three parts. . each, IS 

DRAMAS FOR THE DRAWING- 
ROOM. By Miss Keating. Two parts, each, 40 

PLAYS FOR THF PARLOR. By Miss 
Keating. Two parts each. 40 

ACTING CHARADES. By Miss Picker- 
ing 40 

COMIC DRAMAS, for College, Camp, or Cabin 
(Male Characters only), four parts each, 40 

ORAMAS i'OR BOYS (Male Characters only), 
by Mi se Keating 40 

HOME PLAYS FOR LADIES (Female 
Characters only), oomplete in three parts... each, 40 

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NO. 

1 Blinks and Jinks 

2 Lucky Number 

3 Somebody s Coat 
i Trip to Paris 

5 Arrival of Dickens 

6 Black Ole Bull 

7 Blackest Tragedy of All 

No. 

1 Robert Make- Airs 

2 Box and Cox 

3 Mazeppa 

4 United States Mail 

5 The Coopers 

6 Old Dad s Cabin 

7 The Rival Lovers 

8 The Sham Doctor 

9 Jolly Millers 

10 Villikins and his Dinah 

11 The Quack Doctor 

12 The Mystio Spell 

13 The Black Statue 

14 Uncle Jeff 

15 The Mischievous Nigger 

16 The Black Shoemaker 



NO. 

8 Tom and Jerry, and Who' 

beerr Here 

9 NoTator. or Man Fish 

10 Who Stole tho Chickens 

11 Upper Ten Thousand 

12 Kip Van Winkle 



13 Ten Days in the Tombs 

14 Two Pompeys 

15 Running the Blockade 

16 Jeemes the Poet 

17 Intelligence Office 

18 Echo Band 



NO. 

19 Deserters 

20 Deaf as a Post 

21 Dead Alive 

22 Cousin Joe's Visit 

23 Boarding School 

24 Academy of Stars 



17 The Magic Penny 

13 The Wreck | nv Cupids 

19 OhHushlorTheVirgin- 

20 The Portrait Painter 

21 The Hop of Fashion 

22 Bone Squash 

23 The Virginia Mummv 

24 Thieves at the Mill 

25 Comedy of Errors 

26 Les Miserables 

27 New Year'6 Calls 

28 Troublesome Servant 

29 Great Arrival 

30 Rooms to Let 

31 Black Crook Burlesque 

32 Ticket Taker 



NO. 

33 Hypochondriao 

34 William Tell 

35 Rose Dale 

36 Feast 

37 Fenian Spy 

38 Jack's the Lad 

39 Othello 

40 Camille 

41 Nobody's Son 

42 Sports on a Lark 

43 Actor and Singer 

44 Shylock 

45 Quarrelsome Servants 

46 Haunted House 

47 No Cure, No Pay 



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NO 

48 Fightiug for the Union 

49 Hamlet the Dainty 

50 Corsican Twins 

51 Deaf — in a Horn- 

52 Challenge Dance 

53 De Trouble begins i 

54 Scenes at Gurney's 

55 16.000 Years Ago 

56 Stage struck Darkey 

57 Black Mail [Clothes 

58 Highest Price for Old 

59 Howls from the Owl Train 

60 Old Hunks 

61 The Three Black Smiths 

62 Turkeys in Season 



Tony Denier's Parlor Pantomimes.— In Ten Parts, 25 Cts. each. 



No. I.— A Memoir or the Author. By Sylvester 
Bleeker, Esq. How to Express the Various 
Passions, Actions, etc. The Four Lovers; or, 
Les Rivales' Rendezvous. The Frisky Cobbler ; 
or, The Rival Artisans. 

No. II.— The Rise and Progress or Pantomime. 
The Schoolmaster ; or the School in an Uproar. 
Belle of Madrid; or, a Muleteers Bride. La 
Statue Blanche ; or, The Lovers' stratagem. 

No. III.— M. Dechalumeau : or, The Birthday 
F'ete. The Demon Lover; or, The Frightened 
Family. Robert Macaire ; or, Lea Deux Fugitifs. 

No. IV.— Jocko the Brazilian Ape; or, The 
Mischievous Monkey. The Conscript ; or, How to 
Avoid the Draft. The Magic Flute; or, The Ma 
gicia-r's Spell. 



No. V.— The Vivandiere ; or, The Daughter of the 

Regiment. Dame Trot and her Comical Cat; 

or, The Misfortunes of Johnny Greene. 
No. VI.— Godenski ; or, The Skaters of Wilnau. 

The Enchanted Horn ; or, The Witches Gil; 
No. VII.— The Soldier for Love ; c\ A Hero In 

Spite of Himself. Simeon s Mishaps ; or, The 

Hungarian Rendezvous. 
No. VIII —The Village Ghost; or Love and 

Murder both Found Out. The Fairies Frolic; 

or, The Good Wife a Three Wishes. 
No. IX.— The Rose of Sharon ; or, The Unluoky 

Fisherman. Pongo. the Intelligent Apj.% and 

the Unfortunate Overseer. 
No. X— Mons Toupet, the Dancing Berber ; 

or. Love and Lather. Vol au Vent ani: the 

Millers ; or A Night a Adventures. 



Samuel French, Pubiisner ; 



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POL. I. 

1 The Trlsh Attorney 

2 floots at the Swan 

3 How to pay the Rent 

4 The Loan of a Lover 

5 The Dead Shot 

6 His Last Oegs 

7 The Invisible Prince 

8 Tbe Golden Farmer 

VOL. II, 

9 PrHe of the Market 

10 U«ed Up 
1 1 The Irish Tutor 

1 1 Tbe Barrack Room 
1 3 Luke the Laborer 
1 * Beauty and the Beast 

15 St Pairick's Eve 

16 Captain of th« Watch 

VOL. III. 
1" The Secret [pers 

18 White Horse of the Pep- 

19 The Jacobite 

20 The Bottle 

21 Box and Cox 

22 Bamboozling 

23 Widows Victim 
2i Robert Maoalre 

VOL, IV. 

25 Secret Service 

26 omnibus 

27 Irish Lion 

28 Maid ;.f Croissv 

29 The Old Guard 

30 Raising the Wind 

31 Slasher and Crashe/ 

32 Naval Engagement* 

VOL. V. 

33 Cocknies in California 
84 Who Speaks First 
35 Bombastes Furioso 
86 Macbeth Travestie 
37 Irish Amb laflnr 
S8 Delicate Ground 

39 The Weathercock [Gold 

40 All that Glitters is Not 

VOL. VI. 

41 Grlmshaw, Bagabaw and 

Bradshaw 

42 Rough Diamond 

43 Bloomer Costume 

44 Two Bonnycastles 

45 Born to Good Luck 

46 Kiss in the Dark [Jurer 

47 'Twonld Puzzle 

48 Kill or Cure 



VOL. X. VOL. XIX. 

73 Ireland and America 145 Columbus 

74 Pretty Piece of Business 1 16 Harlequin Bluebeard 

75 Irish Broom maker |14 7 * '•''"" -» "■* 

76 To Paris and Back for 
'e Pou 



I VOL. XX VIII. 

217 Crinoline 

218 A Family Falling 



VOL. VII. 

49 Box and Cox Married and 

50 St Cupid (Settled 

51 Go-to b' . " "• « 

52 The Lawyeis 

53 Jack Sbeppard 

54 The Toodles 
65 The Mobcap 

56 Ladies Beware 

VOL. VIII. 

57 MorniDg Call 
38 Popping the Question 

59 Deaf as a Poit 

60 New Footman 

61 Pleasant Neighbor 

62 Paddy the Piper 

68 Brian O'LInn 
C* Irish Assurance 

VOL. IX. 

65 Temptation 

66 Paddy Or - 

67 Two Gregories 

63 Kins Charmirs 

69 Po ca-hon-tas 

70 Clockmaker's Hat 

71 Married Kake 
73 Love and Murder 

VOL. XXXVII. 

289 All the World- a Stage 
2P0 Quash, fir Nigger Prarlire 
2-»l T.tiHim Out 
T*2 Pretty Pirli of Slillberg 
ihe Attic 
uD5terjce.ilterCi.eei 
T<- K.ir;j O'Shea, - 
S9rJ A Supper in Dixie 



77 That Blessed Baby 

78 .mr Ga! 

79 Swiss Cottage 
SO Voung Widow 

VOL. XI. 

81 O'Flannigan and the la- 

82 Irish Tost ; ries 

83 My Neighbor's Wife 
94 Irish Tiger 
8a P . P . , or Man aud Tiger 

86 To Oblige Beuson 

87 State Secrets 

88 Irish S 

VOL. XII. 

89 A Good Fellow 

90 Cherry and Fair Star 

91 Gale Breezely 
91 'Our Jeruimy 

93 Millers Uaid 

94 Awkward Arrival 

95 Crossing the Line 

96 Conjugal Lesson 
VOL. XIII. 

97 Mv Wife's Mirror 

98 Life in New Tork 

99 Middy Ashore 

100 Crown Prince 

101 T\r o Queens 

102 Thumping Legacy 

103 Unfinished Gentleman 

104 House Dog 

VOL. XIV. 

105 The Demon Lover 

106 Matrimony 

107 In and Out of Place 
103 I Dine with My Mother 

109 Hi-a-wa-tba 

110 Andy Blake 

111 Love iu '76 [ties 

112 P.omance under Dlfficul- 
VOL. XV. 

113 One Coat for 2 Suits 

114 A Decided Case 

1 1 5 Daughter [ uority 

116 No; or, the Glorious Mi- 

117 Coroner's Inquisition 

118 Love in Humble Life 

119 Family J»is 

1 20 Personation 

VOL. XVI. 

121 Children in the Wood 

122 Winning a Husband 

123 Day after the Fair 

124 Make Your Wills 

125 Rendezvous 
12B My Wife's Husband 
!27 Monsieur Tonsou 
i;8 Illustrious Stranger 

VOL. XVII 

129 Mischief-Making [Mines 

130 A Live Woman in the 

131 The Corsair 

132 Shylock 

133 Spoiled Child 

134 Evil Eye 

135 Nothing to Nurse 

136 Wanted a widow 
VOL. XVIII. 

137 Lottery Ticket 
13S Fortune's Frolic 
139 Is he Jealous? 
14ft Married Bachelor 

141 Husband at Sight 

142 Irishman in London 

143 Animal Magnetism 

144 Highways and ByWaye 

VOL. XXXVIII. 
W lei on Parle Francaie 
2"B Who Kilted Cock Robin 

lion or Independent 

3UI Obstinate Faroilv 

3112 Vv Ann I 

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158 Village Lawjer 

159 Captain's not Amiss 

160 Amateurs aud Actors 

VOL. XXI. 

161 Promotion [nal 

162 A Fascinating Individ- 

163 Mrs. Caudle 

164 Shakspeare's Dream 

165 Neptune's Defeat 

166 Lady ef Bedchamber 

167 Take Care 



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231 Two Cat Play at that 

Game 

232 Fighting by Proxy 

VOL. XXX. 

233 Unprotected Female 

234 Pet of the Petticoats 

235 Forty and Fifty | book 

236 Who Stole the Pocket- 

237 My Son Diana |«ion 

238 Unwarrantable Intru- 
nrid Mrs. White 



168 Irish Widow [CharleyJ240 A Quiet Family 



VOL. XXII. 

169 Yankee Peddlar 

170 Hiram Hireout 

171 Double. Bedded Room 

172 The Drama Defended 

173 Vermont Wool Dealer 



VOL. XXXI. 
if. Cool as Cucumber 
1-242 Sudden Thoughts 

243 Jumbo Jum 

244 A Blighted Being 

245 Little Toddlekins 



174 Ebenezer Venture [ ter 246 A Lover by Proxy | Pail 

175 Principles from Oharar-|247 Maid with the Milking 

176 Lady of the La^e (Trai ) 2*8 Perplexing Predlcamen* 



VOL. XXITI. 

177 Mad Dogs 

178 Barney the Baron 

179 Swiss Swains 

180 Bachelor a Bedroom 

181 A Roland for an Oliver 



182 More Blunders than Onel' 2 54 Dr 



VOL. XXXII. 
219 Dr. Dilworth 

250 Out to Nurse 

251 A Lucky Hit 

252 The Dowager 

253 Metamora (Burlesque, 



t of Delusion 



183 Dumb Belle 

184 Limerick Boy 

VOL. XXIV. 

185 Nature aud Philosophy 

186 Teddy the Tiler 

187 Spectre Bridgroom 
183 Matteo Falcone 

189 Jenny Lind 

190 Two "Buzzards 

1"' f T-p-V JtfW> ; 

1»- i'.e's} Barker 

VOL. XXV. 

193 No. 1 Round the Corner 

194 Teddy Roe 

195 Obj. ct of Interest 

196 My Fellow Clerk 

197 Bengal Tiger 
193 Laughing Hyena 

199 The Victor Vanquished 

200 Our Wife 
VOL. XXVI. 

201 My Husband's Mirror 

202 Yankee Land. 

203 Norah Creina 

204 Good for Nothing 

205 The First Night 

206 The Eton Boy 

207 Wandering Minstrel 
209 Wanted, 1000 Millin, 

VOL. XXVII. 
209 Poor Piicoddy 



255 The Shaker Lovers 

256 Ticklish Times 

VOL. XXXIII. 

257 20 Minutes with a Viger 

258 Miralda: or, the Justice 

of Tacon 

259 A Soldier's Courtship 

260 Servants by Legacy 

261 Dying for Love 
267 Alarming Sacrifice 

.w.de Sham 

'.sNickleby 
VOL. XXXIV. 
265 The Last of the Pigtails 
" King Rene's Daughter 

267 The Grotto Nymph 

268 A Devilish Good Joke 

269 A Twice Told Tale 

270 Pasde Fascination 
J"l F; evolutionary Soldier 

272 A Man Without a Head 

VOL. XXXV. 

273 The Olio, Part 1 

274 The Olio, Part 2 

275 The Olio, Part 3 Iter 

276 The Trumpeter' sDaugh- 

277 Seeing Warren 

278 Green Mountain Boy 

279 That Nose 

280 Tom Noddy's Secret 
VOL. XXXVI 



?10The Mummy " (Glasses 281 Shocking Events 

211 Don' tFor<ret your Opera 282 A Regular Fix 

212 Love in Livery 283 Dick Turj-in 

213 Anthony and Cleopatra !284 Young Scamp 

214 Trying It "o. lis., Young Actress 

215 Staje Struck Yankee 286 Call at No 1--? 

216 Young Wife & Old Um-U87 One Touch of Nature, 
brella 1 288 Two B'noys 

VOL. XXXIX. 
305 Ton Mncl fcr Good Nature 806 Cure for tbe Fidget. 



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